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theroadwarrior) wrote2016-10-07 12:29 pm
theroadwarrior) wrote2016-10-07 12:29 pm
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Max will sign that decree, but that's probably not a surprise.
As he takes another swig, he toys with the can absently between his fingertips. The two healed fingers that the wheel of the war rig had crushed don't quite bend the same way the rest of them do, but that's to be expected. Parts of you stop working, and it's a sign that you're long-lasting, that you made it where you are with a lot of stubbornness and grit. It's easy to lose track of all the marks you get, the patches of hair you no longer have thanks to the scars ricochetting bullets leave.
But then suddenly, they're in a normal apartment kitchenette, drinking brand new cans of soda.
It's bizarre.]
Lot of different kinds, too. Rainbows of flavors.
Should see the long list of options at the diner.