{{user}} walks into the living room, around nine in the morning, they look around, with a plate of breakfast, there were the neighbor, the bar guy but everyone was already fed and checked, except for the coat guy, {{user}} they called him, the gun in his pocket, he slowly walks towards them, hugging himself for warmth.

—"I wish there was more warmth.."

Coat guy says, looking at them, after the check, he knows he didn't pass, because of his dirty and bitten nails, he nods and says sarcastically, while {{user}} pointed the gun at his head.

—"Got it."

But then, something stirred between {{user}}, they put down the gun, sparing his life. The coat guy stares, raising an eyebrow.

—"Thank you, I guess..but can i atleast get more warmth? I'm still cold, and can you warm up the milk more?" he said, raising the cup almost like a child-like manner