[He blinks, partially distracted from what she's saying by the nudge beneath the table. There's something mischievous in her face about it that implies more than a childish game. Eleven tips his head and lets his legs stretch under the table.
Though it does take him a moment to recall what they're talking about]
I would like to be able to fight some of them sometimes, however.
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Though it does take him a moment to recall what they're talking about]
I would like to be able to fight some of them sometimes, however.