[After an encounter with someone not-so-nice, Nux is more guarded about his precious TV. He's pulling, tugging, yanking and popping everything every which way but now he's not scattering the pieces so frenzied: he's placing them on the table beside, protective.
When someone else enters and again he whirls around with that same manic, wide-eyed look, it sets into a quick glare.]
Nothin'. Nothin' doing, and you can't have any of this.
[Surly. Nux is not usually so, but he's anxious at the prospect of losing his scrap. Doesn't know there's multiple TVs around and probably wouldn't care too much because everything, everything is to be coveted and stowed away. That's how they did in the wastes and he's not quite out of that mentality yet.]
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When someone else enters and again he whirls around with that same manic, wide-eyed look, it sets into a quick glare.]
Nothin'. Nothin' doing, and you can't have any of this.
[Surly. Nux is not usually so, but he's anxious at the prospect of losing his scrap. Doesn't know there's multiple TVs around and probably wouldn't care too much because everything, everything is to be coveted and stowed away. That's how they did in the wastes and he's not quite out of that mentality yet.]