forum newsies!! o/o (closed)

Started February 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Sprints sighed. “I’s get that. I’s a little…uncomfortable ‘round strangers too.” He has a bad experience a few months back with a Bronx newsie; it didn’t turn out too well for him, so he’s been cautious around strangers ever since.

Riff bumped his shoulder in a show of comfort, and patted her bat. She had started keeping it on her after a bad run in with a group of prep school boys. Being a newsie was dangerous, but it was even worse as a female. "Need me t' beat the shit outta someone?"

Sprints grinned. “Ah, no, but thanks for the offer,” He bumped his shoulder back to hers. “Race n Albert took care of ‘im.” He clearly remembered the day that the two boys came back with black eyes and bloody noses, just for the sake of Sprints. After scolding them for being so stupid, he thanked them a thousand times over.

"You gotcha some good pals there." Riff nodded appreciatively, grinning. She hadn't told anyone, knowing that pretty much every newsie who heard would have gone after them. "What are they like, 'attan newsies?"

“They’se the most loyal people I’s ever met,” Sprint’s eyes glazed over slightly, memories and little flashbacks coming to him. “They’se will do anything for anyone.”

He recalled the time when Jack gave up his extra dime just so a littler one could eat. Giving up your own money was crazy; everyone knew that a dime could last you two days, but Jack still did it. It was one of the things that made him such a good leader.

Riff didn't say anything else, watching Sprints reminisce curiously. She couldn't help but notice his fondness, and attachment, to his newsies, and it made her smile. Family was important to her, blood or otherwise, and seeing other people close to theirs was something she never got tired of.

Sprints didn't notice her staring, and continued to talk. "I's remember when I's was starving, spending all my money buying papes so I could sell. Jack helped me out, gave me a dime so I's could eat. I's will never forget that." he said, eyes glassy. It was one of the few things that Sprints would remember for the rest of his days, however long that may be.

Riff shoved her hands in her pockets, nodding along as he talked. "Like I said before, you's got good friends." A whole dime, that was a pretty big deal. Closer than I thought, I guess.

Sprints blinked, coming out of his flashback. "Yeah, they'se are. Sorry for rambling so much," he said, ears red as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Shouldn't of talked so much.

"Nah, you're good." Riff grinned, bumping his shoulder. "It's kinda cute, how close you fellas are." She teased, pulling her hands from her pocket to cross her arms over her chest.

"We ain't cute, we're jus' brothers," Sprints turned red even more, not used to the little compliment, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He was used to being the one to give the compliments, not the other way around.

"Uh huh." Riff smirked, noting his reaction to being complimented. "It's cute. Nuthin' you say'll change that." The salty smell of the ocean hit them as they neared the wharf, along with the cold wind coming off the water.

Sprints opened his mouth to argue, but closed it, grinning and shaking his head. "Whateva you'se say, doll." He noticed that they were near Brooklyn's lodge, since the smell of salt slightly burned his nose. "We near to Brooklyn?" he asked, crossing his arms to conserve warmth.

"Pal, anywhere's Brooklyn when you's born an' raised there." Riff quipped, looking over at him. "But yeah, we's is. You cold or somethin'?" She raised an eyebrow, obviously unaffected by the sudden temperature change.

“I’s live in ‘attan, we’s don’t exactly live by a body of water,” Sprints grumbled, rubbing his arms. He never knew it could be so cold in Brooklyn; Manhattan never really got cool until the fall and winter.

(btw i know brooklyn’s not that cold, but sprints just likes being a baby about it)

Riff snorted, pulling to a stop. "You wait here, I'll be right back." She slipped her bat out and handed it to Sprints, figuring it might be a nice comfort for him, and then disappeared into a throng of fishermen.

(okay thanks lol)

Sprints clutched the bat in her hands as Riff ran off into the fisherman, confused as ever. Where is she going? “Riff?” he asked, voice quiet. Suddenly, he felt very vulnerable in the crowd. He was in Brooklyn, with only a bat. Anything could happen…

Riff came back not even two minutes later, a jacket in hand and a grin on her face. "Here. Trade ya?" She said, motioning to her bat as she held the jacket out to Sprints. She probably could have just explained where she was going, but that thought hadn't really crossed her mind.

(hiya! this is em on a new account)

Sprints quirked an eyebrow, but traded her nonetheless. The jacket was soft to the touch, and had obviously seen it’s fair share. He shrugged it on, and a smile slipped on his face on how warm it was.

“Ya know, I’se not even gonna ask how you’se got this. But thanks, doll.” Sprints playfully punched her shoulder.

"Hey, e'ryone's gotta have a few secrets, right?" Riff joked, flicking his forehead in return. "Now that I ain't gotta worry 'bout you freezin' t' death, let's keep goin'."

((Squelcome back!))

(thanks!)

“I’s wasn’t that cold,” Sprints muttered, a small smile still on his face as he followed behind Riff. Getting the jacket for him was a really nice gesture, something he didn’t expect from someone he just met. But it was mighty appreciated, as he outgrew his last one a couple years back.

"You's was shiverin' an' everythin'." Riff said, gesturing widely and dramatically with a grin. She shot a wink over her shoulder before turning back forward as she navigated easily through the bustling fishermen and alleyways.

Sprints huffed, but smiled nonetheless. He liked Riff’s energy; it was just like the Hattan boys’, teasing and fun. Sprints was jolted out of his thinking when he was bumped into roughly.

“Watch it kid!” a rough voice said. An apology slipped out of his mouth as he tried to keep up.