There's a lot of men in the waste but far less knives, especially ones so shiny and sharp. Nux's eyes dart to them when they glint in the dim light, a sheen of white zipping over one of the blades long and quick. Without thinking, he reaches out to them with the intent to grab.
"Can I--" Thinks better halfway through but it's a little late for manners.
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There's a lot of men in the waste but far less knives, especially ones so shiny and sharp. Nux's eyes dart to them when they glint in the dim light, a sheen of white zipping over one of the blades long and quick. Without thinking, he reaches out to them with the intent to grab.
"Can I--" Thinks better halfway through but it's a little late for manners.