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The reason why all the war boys have no hair is because immortan joe needs it for his weave

[A warning hiss escapes her as she’s turned, her teeth bared and then just like that, she’s jovial and cheerful just like before again. A brow raises at the question, her lips twisted up in an unimpressed frown.] You always this pryin’ when courtin’? [She holds her hand up slowly so he doesn’t get too trigger happy and tugs her tank top just slightly to reveal her medical history tattooed on her back. Just at the small of her back, the word ‘infertile’ is underlined several times as is ‘thin blood’.] Pretty useless, yeah? Good thing I’m stunnin’ conversation.

At first she just looked at him, one brow still raised and her lips tugged down in a frown as if to say ‘really?’. Sighing heavily, she dropped down to her knees heavily and brought her hand behind her head again. Her eyes flicked up to his face, the corner of her lips twitching up into a sadistic warning smirk. “Don’t get any ideas, yeah?” She snapped her teeth suddenly, her top lip curled over them in a toothy grin.

“Hm…you’re probably right…” He was rather warm under his kimono; the beginnings of perspiration were starting to prick at his forehead and the back of his neck. “I’m afraid I’m lost…I took a wrong turn somewhere in this wasteland, I think.”

Usually am. Words of wisdom courtesy of Fidget. [She offers a salute, lowering her hand with a dramatic flourish. A loud and snort filled cackle suddenly escapes her and she throws her head back.] Lost? Did ya leave your map at home before ya decided to pop out?

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Oi, you! [She stands on the driver’s seat and calls through the sunroof, her arms crossed over her Beatle’s.] Wouldn’t get too comfortable, yeah? There’s Buzzards a-prowlin’ and lookin’ to get themselves a nice shiny bike like that there.

“They’ll have t’pry it from my cold, dead hands,” he laughed, shaking blonde fluff out of his eyes. “Hey up there! What’re you doin’ out here, anyways?”

The way they work, that can be arranged. [She half grins crookedly, leaning more over her roof and propping her head up in her hand.] Lookin’ for a purpose in life, how ‘bout you?

Fidget had been standing with her head tilted far back, trying to see to the top of the green covered rocks when she heard the voice behind her, turning immediately and swaying a little as she did. One brow raised and she squinted a little, for a moment looking downright hostile before she suddenly grins. “Fidget. Just Fidget. Anyone calls me anythin’ more than Fidget it’s ‘cause they’re pissed. Who’re you, eh?”

Oi, oi, oi!  [She holds her hands up, bringing them to the back of her head. Despite the situation, her stance is relaxed, her hip sticking slightly to the side.] You put that down, you’ll hurt someone with that.

[A warning hiss escapes her as she’s turned, her teeth bared and then just like that, she’s jovial and cheerful just like before again. A brow raises at the question, her lips twisted up in an unimpressed frown.] You always this pryin’ when courtin’? [She holds her hand up slowly so he doesn’t get too trigger happy and tugs her tank top just slightly to reveal her medical history tattooed on her back. Just at the small of her back, the word ‘infertile’ is underlined several times as is ‘thin blood’.] Pretty useless, yeah? Good thing I’m stunnin’ conversation.

Oi, oi, oi!  [She holds her hands up, bringing them to the back of her head. Despite the situation, her stance is relaxed, her hip sticking slightly to the side.] You put that down, you’ll hurt someone with that.