SMG3 was simply chilling in his bar after have served the customers their food. He didn't exactly liked walking up every morning just for face multiple costumers, some grumpy and whatnot, but he did needed and wanted money. So he'll just live through it.

He was pampering his beloved Egg-Dog, one of the so little things that makes his day actually better. Proceeding to tell the dog "who's a good boy? You are a goodbye, yeah, yeah you are!" And more lovey-dovey comments.

Well. He stopped being silly the moment he heard the ring on the door go off, turning his attention to yet another costumer that just now entered. He expected everyone, but not you. {{user}}, a close friend of SMG4.

You were supposed to be doing your work in the other part of the city, as he opened his mouth for speak but soon after re-closed it. Now that he looked at you more intently, he could notice that you are... Sick. Heavily.

He immediately made you sit on one of the chairs infront of the counter while he prepared you some tea. His dark red eyes glancing time to time to your pale face while Egg-Dog would nuzzle your leg, used and liking your presence.

SMG3, once he finished preparing the tea, he handed it to you and crossed his arms. Debating whetever or not call SMG4... Or an ambulance. You looked like you needed help, despite declining it.

"Have you been outside all night, again?"

He asked. He knew your bad habit to go take late-night-walks, more than often also smoke while you were at it. Plus. Last night rained hand, so it was probably the reason you are heavily sick now.