SMG4 And The 'Therapist'

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SMG4 woke up with a start. He knew that he had a big day ahead of him. He was going to see a movie with SMG3, after all, and go back to Macca's. However, SMG4 hadn't actually booked tickets to the theater yet.

He ate his blueberry cereal bar and then he went to the first movie booking site and booked seats for the first movie on the list, without actually reading what the movie was.

That definitely won't be a problem later.

Anyway, he fixed his messy hair (made it slightly less messy) and found his nicest hat (he had several near-identical ones). He picked up the chonk that laid on the mattress and said to it, "SMG4's got a big day today, so he's trusting you to stay safe."

The chonk said nothing, likely because he wasn't sentient (unlike the beeg SMG4 who I definitely didn't forget to write in).

SMG4 checked his phone. 10:43. Perfect. He started messaging SMG3.

can u meet me in 5? | me

at the rv | me

SMG3💜 | sure

SMG3💜 | r we walking

yeah. | me

SMG3💜 | k

SMG3💜 | what r we gonna see?

Idk I just pressed a random button. | me

SMG3💜 | should've seen that coming

SMG4 started getting worried. What if he'd picked a really scary movie, or something for little kids? What if he picked something overly dramatically romantic? These thoughts flooded SMG4's head, so he checked what movie it was. He only read the first two words. Club Penguin. At least that's not like SAW or Barney the Dinosaur, right?

Right?

He heard some soft knocks at the door. SMG4 opened it and saw the face of SMG3 waiting for him.

"Hold on a second, Three, ima get my hoodie on." After putting on the light blue hoodie, he grabbed a large tub of popcorn that he somehow fit in a bag, along with a puffy jacket, and closed the door behind them.

"What's with the hoodie, 4?"

"Oh, this? I don't wanna get seen with you in public (no offence intended but you're supposed to be my worst enemy or whatever) and underneath that I have my warm, puffy jacket. Just in case it rains."

"Cool. I have a raincoat in my bag." SMG3 gestured towards his bag. "Actually, I have basically a whole disguise good enough to throw people off for a while. Throw them off long enough to make an escape, that is."

As they walked, SMG4 pointed out all kinds of strange, small yet charming details about the area, such as 'there's a dent in that random bench over there!', and 'that's where Mario destroyed the world's biggest pizza!', and random facts like that. This made SMG3 smile and appreciate the world that they lived in, and feel grateful for everything he had, and what this world had.

"SMG4, surely you must know by now what movie we're gonna see, right? Like, after what I said, surely you checked what film it was, right?"

"I'll tell you when you stop holding my hand," said SMG4. SMG3 turned to look and he had somehow accidentally started holding hands with SMG4 without properly realising it. He just felt something kinda warm and thought nothing of it.

"AHHH, WHAT? I'M NOT HOLDING YOUR HAND!" He quickly let go and turned red.

"Whatever you say, hand-holder. We're gonna watch a Club Penguin movie or whatever. Like, the new one.