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

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.

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.

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?”            

omg thank u ;U; <33333 ur so sweet

❛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.❜

 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?’

                          “How did you get that?”