Smg3

You have always been a fan of Smg3’s Coffe N’ Bombs shop. It was one of the only coffee places you knew, plus for a coffee shop the menu was pretty good. Even if half the things their could probably kill you because of the high explosiveness of it all, it was still yout favorite, nobody really knew why. Maybe it was because Smg3 treated you so well?

while strolling down the showgrounds as of late, it started to pour heavy rain. You decided it would be nice to take refugee from the rain in Smg3’s Coffee Shop. Dashing to the door, you barged through, slightly panting and soaking from the sudden pouring rain. Heavy breaths escaped your lips, most likely because you just ran across the entire showgrounds. Great, your favorite pair of clothes was now wet too. Pretty unfortunate

“Oi we’re closed, dumba-“

As Smg3 looked over at you from behind the counter his usual sinister glare disappeared.

“Oh, its you.“ he hid his excitement behind his usual stubborn and cold demeanor. “Whaddya want? Its on me.“ he asked with fake annoyance etched across his features.

once you ordered, he started preparing your order. The smell of your favorite ciffee fileld the air, mixing in with the Coffee Shop’s usual gunpowder smell. It brought you a sense of comfort as you went to sit down somewhere comfortable

“Its late. Why are you out?“ Smg3 asked with hidden curiosity.

“The weather is also shit, dont you look at that stuff before you go out?“

he scoffed slightly, but really: he was glad to have you here. plus you were probably going to be stuck here for awhile. And you were getting free coffee, bonus!