Snowsquall (SMG34)

"I don't kill the ravioli?"

It had been a few hours since the sudden storm, and neither door seemed close to breaking open. Eventually, SMG4 joined SMG3 on the sofa. "Whatcha watchin', SMG3?"

"Me? Oh, I'm watching the snow channel. It gives good facts about snow, but most of the content is just a guy sexualising snow."

"I thought you had better things to watch," SMG4 responded.

"How very bold of you to assume that I'm watching this shit." He chuckled. This SMG3 was a lot softer than the side he usually showed.

"Isn't there any other channels?" asked SMG4.

"Nope, just this and a whole bunch of DVDs, half of which are R-rated."

"Can I see them?" asked SMG4. If there was anything to watch other than the silly snow channel, he needed to see it.

"Sure, here they are," said SMG3, handing him a pile of DVDs. "These are just the non-R rated DVDs."

SMG4 looked through the pile, hoping to find a good movie. One of them caught his attention. "Ooh, Frozen!" he said.

"Frozen? Really, Four? If you say so..." Something was different about the way that SMG3 spoke. Normally, he would never, ever call SMG4 'Four', unless he was trying to do it in a mean way. However, he didn't seem to be doing that. SMG4 decided not to ask about it from the fear that SMG3 might be rude and mean again.

SMG3 walked over to the TV, inserted the disk (it had a built-in DVD player) and pressed play on the remote controller. After navigating a few menus, the movie finally started.

During the movie, SMG4 subconsciously moved closer to SMG3, practically leaning on him. He didn't notice until near the end of the movie, but he decided not to move away, since SMG3 seemed fine with it.

"SMG4... what are you doing?" SMG3 asked, turning away.

"Uhh... nothing." SMG4 quickly moved back to the other side of the sofa. "Aren't you gonna kill me or something?"

"Why would I do that? I'm gonna kill you when we're out, since you can help me. Besides, it's not as fun if nobody's watching." SMG3 had a point. "Anyway, aren't you hungry?"

"Yeah... can I cook?"

"We don't even know what there is! There might not even be anything in there."

"Might as well look." SMG4 stood up and opened the fridge. It was filled with all sorts of things. He picked up something and closed the door. "Looks like tinned ravioli."

"I'm sorry, but why is that in the fridge? Out of all places, the tinned food is THERE!?"

"Don't ask me, ask the magic fridge."

"Magic fridge, why do you contain tinned foods?"

"I don't think it can talk. I'm pretty sure the answer would be that the cupboards aren't magic, so it's in the fridge." He got a pot out, poured in the tin and turned on the heat. "It's 8:04 , don't you think you should have a nice, early night? Get some pyjamas on."

"...sure." He stood up without hesitation and disappeared into the bedroom, leaving SMG4 alone.

He stared at the pasta. SMG3 really was quite nice. Other than the 'I'm killing you after this' part. Other than that, he seemed like a nice guy. SMG4 smiled. He hoped that the time in the igloo would never end, just to see what would happen if he let this 'nice' SMG3 stay for longer.

After a while, the tinned food was ready, and SMG3 walked out of the bedroom wearing a pair of purple bunny pyjamas.

"It was this, or the blue ones. I had to pick these ones." SMG4 couldn't help but giggle. "Foods ready. Grab a spork, 'cuz we're digging in."

"Straight out of the pot?" SMG3 said. "Okayyyy." They both picked up a spork and sat on the floor. SMG4 grabbed a deck of playing cards.

"Know any games, SMG3?"

"No, not a lot."

"Do you wanna play Go Fish?" said SMG4.

"After we're done eating. How's that?" He used his spork to stab a ravioli brutally, which made it fall apart. Then, he scooped up the remains with the spork and ate it. SMG4 couldn't help but stare. "Why are you staring, SMG4? Something wrong?"

"I didn't think you'd eat a ravioli like that."

SMG3 laughed. "And how would you do it, Four?" Why did I call him 'Four'? I still hate him, so what's going on?

SMG4 demonstrated by poking his spork into the ravioli once, then using it to guide the ravioli to his mouth. Then, he ate it. He demonstrated again, this time scooping up a whole ravioli, using the spork as a spoon. Then, he brought it to his mouth and ate it like soup from a spoon.

"So... I don't kill the ravioli?" SMG3 tried out the method SMG4 just showed him, and it worked really well. "Hm, I like it even better now!" They both sat on the floor, eating raviolis until the pot was empty. Then, SMG4 dealt out the cards and set the rest down, ready to play Go Fish.

...

After finishing their game, SMG4 decided to get dressed into his pyjamas, too. He closed the bedroom door, while SMG3 went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. After 2 minutes, he came out with nice, shiny, evil teeth and walked into the bedroom.

He saw SMG4, wearing only his cute bunny pyjama trousers on the floor.

"GAH!- SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE-"

"It's fine, SMG3. Just, leave the room and close the door, and pretend this never happened." SMG3 did what the sexy man wanted him to, so he left.

That's when he finally realised what the fuck was wrong with him.

You see, he was on a morning stroll in Snowman's Land to try to think about something that was bothering him. Something about SMG4. He couldn't help but feel something. At the time, he wasn't sure what it was, other than it was something that made him want to not kill SMG4. But now, he understood completely.

He had a crush on SMG4.

And not exactly a small one, either.

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realised just how much and for just how long this had been going on.

"SMG3? You can come in now."

SMG3 did exactly what was asked of him. He saw SMG4, now fully clothed in blue-with-white-bunnies pyjamas.

"Right. The good news is that there's enough room for both of us."

"I already knew that, Four." Four. It came out a bit more naturally this time.

"The bad news is that I couldn't find an air mattress or anything, so you're either gonna sleep on a bed of cushions (I don't think there's enough for that, though), or..."

"Or what?"

"Or we could share a bed."

Share a bed.

"S-sure, SMG4." SMG3 turned slightly red and sat on the double bed. He rolled to the side furthest to the door. "I call dibs on this half."

"Huh, I was expecting you to say no. Anyway, I guess this other half," *gestures*, "is mine then."

SMG3 tugged the covers over himself and very quickly fell asleep.

'He's really cute when he's sleeping,' SMG4 thought. He knew they were supposed to be enemies, but he also knew that he secretly liked him. And he wanted to savour every moment of their time together. He moved to the middle to be closer to SMG3, then he too fell asleep.

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