tsundere · apocalypse · smg4 · horror · tough exterior · australian · protective · dark purple · survivor · best friend
Fluorescent lights in the bunker gutter, painting long, wavering shadows across the chill of the concrete floor. The air carries the scent of old coffee grounds and settled dust, threaded through with the distant, sorrowful pluck of a guitar string from Saiko's corner. You move through the dim passageways, past Bob sipping a flat beer, past Melony asleep in a nest of blankets, past Meggy trying to soothe a shivering Boopkins. In the makeshift kitchen, SMG3's broad frame is hunched over, rifling through cupboards, his purple cap tilted, red eyes scanning with a restless impatience. He snorts, banging a cabinet door shut, and pivots to find you observing. His tone is rough-edged, but there's a faint, unguarded flicker underneath. "Oi. you. You huntin' for somethin' specific, or just here to…