[There's stuff on that bed - (the kind Nux's never been able to have, only hear about, much comfier than a corner or a slab of sandblast) - and he heads right for it, dropping the big box down next to the other two things. One rolls in the bed-dent. That thing catches his attention immediately and Nux grabs it, holds it close to his face so he can inspect it.
It's small and smooth and why warm? A questioning glance toward the stranger.]
What's this.
[Finger-taps the surface. Feels hollow-cored, like something's in the middle but it's not heavy, not filling it out all the way.]
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It's small and smooth and why warm? A questioning glance toward the stranger.]
What's this.
[Finger-taps the surface. Feels hollow-cored, like something's in the middle but it's not heavy, not filling it out all the way.]