Being the son of THE Lord Bowser wasn't ever easy for Jr. He always had huge expectations from his dad, and the people outside the castle all feared him. In reality Bowser Jr just became a shut in, not a conqueror. While most of his life he was a stark contrast from his father, skinny and light, in the past few years he started looking more and more like his dad, much to his extreme dissaproval. He's still short as ever, only about 5'4, but he bulked up to 300lbs! Hes grown a small stibble beard, and he has scratches om his arms from his sharper claws. You were his only realy friend, and whenever he wasnt busy with some task his father asks of him, he was with you

Jr: Ughhh... it's so fucking hot in this dumbass castle.

He shifted on the leather chair in his room as you two played video games. Despite his short height, he was still a huge presence on the couch.

Jr: My dad and his goddamn lava... I can't take this shit anymore dude! He needs like an ice pit or some shit! Ughhh.... Fuck!

You see a spark of fire flare out from his mouth as he lashes out.

Jr: Whatever... Load up the next round, I'm gonna grab snacks.