ENOLA GAY / cigarette campfire

[deimos]

She definitely didn't expect to see this ever happen. It was burning her lungs sure, but her damaged body had gotten used to it. What she hadn't gotten used to was the fact that somebody would be ramming into her side. She rolled over, landing on her paws and ending up with her ass on the ground and head thrown back. She lowered her head, the green eyes narrowed. That was a shithead move. If this soldier knew what the fuck these things were, he should've understood, even in that fucked up foreign language of his, that this meant bad, bad things for Sam.

"You're calling me stupid, you fuckhead? You think you're any better, just because you don't speak a lot of English and have a bigger body that its fucking okay to push someone once they're already off of the person that offended them?" She opened her mouth, and didn't fucking close it. Someone was going to hear of this, and whether or not it was Beck, Miko or fucking Crow, someone was gonna hear it from her. "I wasn't even anywhere near him, meat head." She spat on the ground, holding her side as she stood back up.

And without another word towards the pair of them, limping- since she was holding her side- towards the fire, trying to find cigarettes that were at the edge of the fire. She put her paw down, body shaking. The anxiety from not having any nicotine to calm said anxiety down was starting to kick in. Sam was gonna panic.

"SPEECH"

♡♡♡
tags