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“So… What was that all about?” SMG4 wiped at his face. His eyes had grown dry after crying a little too hard earlier. Now he was standing across from Three, ordering his usual latte. He could tell that the other was tired after the long day, which made him even more curious as to what had pushed him to point a gun at his face.
SMG3 got the blue man’s drink ready, placing and sliding it across the counter. Raising a brow and then rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms. “It was nothing, seriously. Just some jackasses thinking they own me. There’s nothing to worry about now, Four.”
Picking up his mug, SMG4 furrowed his eyebrows together. A slight pout dressed his lips. “I think there’s plenty to worry about when you mentioned almost killing me .”
“I do that all the time, what’s the big deal?”
A sigh, followed by the sipping of coffee. “I guess I’m just worried about you, man. Don’t want you to turn on us or anything.”
Three stared, agitated by the accusation. He slammed his palms against the countertop in front of him, gaze meeting the other’s. “OI!! How dumb are you? I’ve already done too much for you and the rest of your shit crew to switch up now! I’m stuck with you all now, whether I like it or not—which i totally don’t, by the way—you got that??”
Four had jumped back, not expecting the sudden speech, but grinned. “You promise?”
“...Promise.”