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"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" Mike asks both ten and eleven, who were on the couch looking up at the three boys confused.
Eleven had a jacket around her shoulders, that mike gave to her. And ten had a small blanket around his body.
"Where's your hair?"
"Do you guys have cancer?"
"Did you guys run away?"
"Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"Is that blood?" Lucas asks, reaching over to eleven, who forgot the blood she wipes off stained her shirt.
"Stop it, you're freaking them out!" Mike scolds Lucas, smacking his hand away from eleven's face.
"She's freaking me out! So is he!" Lucas says defending himself, pointing at the panting eleven and confused ten.
"I bet they're deaf," Dustin says, waiting a moment before clapping his hands in front of eleven and ten, who jump back in fear and confusion.
"Not deaf..."
"Alright, that's enough. Their just scared and cold." Mike says, looking at ten and eleven thinking for a moment, Before running behind him to a medium blue basket with clothes inside.
"Here these are clean, ok?" Mike says after running back to everyone, handing eleven a pair of grey sweats with a dark blue shirt, then handing ten a pair of smaller black sweats with a dark blue shirt which was adorned with a bleach stain.
Eleven stands up, brushing the jacket off her shoulders in the process, she brings her hands down to the hem of her shirt about to take off her oversized shirt.
Ten watching as he stayed sitting down, watching as all three boys scream 'No! No' as mike immediately leans towards the girl, stopping her from taking off the shirt.
"No, no. No!"
"Oh my god, oh my god!"
"See over there? That's the bathroom. Privacy, get it?" Mike says, pointing at a door in the back of the basement. Eleven looks at mike, then at ten, gesturing for him to follow her.
Getting up and grabbing his clothes, the boy follows eleven in the bathroom, looking around in curiousness. A B Ten looked back at eleven who fearfully stops mike from closing the door. "You don't want it closed?" Mike asks, looking at eleven who softly says, "No."
"Oh, so you can speak," mike says glancing back at ten wondering if he can speak aswell, "okay, well...how about we just keep the door..." mike says, closing the door a little bit more but keeping it open. "Just like this?"
"Is that better?" Mike asks eleven, who looks at him through the crack of the door, "yes."
