Enola Gay: *although he had wanted to make sure the girl was happy, he felt an almost childish indignity towards her when she lied down in front of him. he suddenly did not want to see her smile, though he really had no choice as she was right in his face, all he could see with his eyeless gaze. she was only happy because she had won. bitter and trying not to think about the fawn before him, he wheezed quietly, wanting to sleep. there was a pause, as her words took a moment for him to register. he wished Algernon was here. his throat was killing him. his sister would be nice company, too* Enola Gay. *his answer was simple, though blearily he thought to add that he did not want to be called "Mr. Bodysnatcher," but did not feel like putting in the effort. oh right, the next part of etiquette. asking her name* You.
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