#ofthev8

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{ ofthev8 }

[ she’s singing at the top of her lungs. dancing,   too. something about cabarets and a girl   named elsie. turning, she shakes her head. ]

‘No, Nux. Sorry, pet, I’m not going to stop.’

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Continued from here.

Smiling in relief, and quietly pleased at how quick he was to answer, she nodded some.

“Thank you,” she murmured, pausing before reaching to give his hand a light squeeze, adding “I trust you.”

And she did, whether it would be considered the smartest thing or not. As uncertain she had been of whether she ever could again, she had found the ability to through him.

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loaded question!

ofthev8

“Are you with me or against me?“

Her voice was very quiet, eyes earnest. Not accusing, but just needing to be sure. Trust was hard, even with someone as sweet as she’d found him to be.

[hxpeisamistake]

p: the importance of proper footwear

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N U X wouldn’t stop calling him Bloodbag.             It should have irritated Max more than it did, considering.            It should have reminded him of the days weeks MONTHS?            spent hanging from a cage as nothing more than a            RENEWABLE RESOURCE for half-life zealots.             Instead, Max couldn’t forget the way the foolish war boy             had looked at him when he’d shoved a STOLEN BOOT into            his arms. Like he’d given him something priceless, like it might            even be better than the damn STEERING WHEEL for the War Rig.             A  G I F T. Perhaps the first gift Nux had ever received. And given            for no other reason than the fact that Max didn’t set well with the idea            of the kid running around the desert in bare feet. He still isn’t sure why            he did it, why he CARED (when caring is such a mistake, as bad as Hope),            but when Nux called to the Road Warrior, with a name forged in HATE and            GREED and VIOLENCE, Max didn’t hear disrespect, only... Trust. Still. It didn’t bode well for a title like that to STICK.            Which was why the Road Warrior took to prodding Nux in the side            with the wrench he held, grimacing at him in disapproval and grumbling,                          “--- MAX. Call me Max from now on. Ok?”            

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beastlypersuasion replied to your post:// I’ve only seen the movie twice I feel so lame...

Same number as me, buddy. I don’t have the money for a billion views, just gonna buy the DVD n maybe book.

money is also a big part of it yeah unu I want it to come out sooner UGH and ye I rly want a shirt still but I waited too long,,, I did get the comic art book it’s rad ;v;

ofthev8 replied to your post:// I’ve only seen the movie twice I feel so lame...the amount of times you’ve seen it has nothing to do with how cool u r u_u i mean you’re amazingly cool

omg thank u ;U; <33333 ur so sweet

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| &&. ofthev8 |. 

❛nux, i’ve decided i like you but you can’t just let people shelve books wherever they please. there’s a system, a god-awful one i can’t make heads or tails of half the time, but it works. remember the system.❜

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 toast can’t help but glare at him,  it’s a look she’s picked up from the  great   immortan   himself.   though    she   doesn’t   realize   it’s  the  same  one  he  possesses.  there’s  words  that  want  to  come  that   refuse to fall from her lips. she glances to the other wives that seem  to be chatting among themselves.  the words are finally spat out, filled with venom.  ‘why should we trust you? not even a few hours ago y’wanted to bring  us back to immortan and now you’re on our side?’

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* ofthev8.

Hand hovers in the air somewhat timidly for a moment or so, as if she’s unsure as to how to proceed. Nux is still something of an unknown, though she has to admit that she does like him. There’s still a great deal they must learn about each other, however, and currently, she doesn’t know how he’d react to her just up and touching him. 

Eventually, her hand moves, and she grazes a fingertip across the scar on his nose. Briefly. 

                          “How did you get that?”