[Friends. Nancy beams. She knew the girl would come around eventually, and to have it happen so fast? She's practically on cloud 9.]
Thank you. But I would never want to ask that of someone. [Certainly not someone that Nancy considers so vulnerable.]
And you tell me if yours shows up. I'll give him a round of fisticuffs'll have him thinking twice about stealing you away. [She puts up her fists to demonstrate.]
[ She can be fickle like that - but not in the sense that she walks her loyalty backwards. Eleven is quick to anger, quick to make jealous, quick to have her temper poked - but not at all quick to turn away from the people she considers hers. Nancy now belongs to that.
Turns out it's very easy to get into Eleven's favour with some decency and mildly shared experiences.
She doesn't say out loud that Nancy doesn't have to ask. Eleven will just act. If that means she has to kill for Nancy, she will do so with little to no hesitation.
For now, her grim expression changes into a soft chuckle. ]
Fisticuffs.
[ She imitates the gesture too, the raised fists. ]
Yeah, fisticuffs. [She reaches over and adjusts El's placement of her fists.] You keep one up to block your face at all times, if you can, but that ain't bad.
[She's seen enough boxing matches, been taught to punch, to protect herself in a pub. When that didn't work, the name of her husband usually did the job. But here, she had no such protection.]
I'm- no, not really. I can throw my weight behind a hit, but that's it. I'm just a regular human, otherwise.
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Thank you. But I would never want to ask that of someone. [Certainly not someone that Nancy considers so vulnerable.]
And you tell me if yours shows up. I'll give him a round of fisticuffs'll have him thinking twice about stealing you away. [She puts up her fists to demonstrate.]
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Turns out it's very easy to get into Eleven's favour with some decency and mildly shared experiences.
She doesn't say out loud that Nancy doesn't have to ask. Eleven will just act. If that means she has to kill for Nancy, she will do so with little to no hesitation.
For now, her grim expression changes into a soft chuckle. ]
Fisticuffs.
[ She imitates the gesture too, the raised fists. ]
Are you strong?
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[She's seen enough boxing matches, been taught to punch, to protect herself in a pub. When that didn't work, the name of her husband usually did the job. But here, she had no such protection.]
I'm- no, not really. I can throw my weight behind a hit, but that's it. I'm just a regular human, otherwise.