"Robbery on 53rd, thousands taken!" Crutchie hawked as he limped through the blustery streets of New York City. A little harp couldn't hurt anyone, especially when the 'thousands taken' had been candy….and paid for, anyways. He squinted up into the sun, trying to see. He reached up a grubby hand for his hat, but only found—his hair. Crutchie stopped, and peered over his shoulder. He hadn't felt his hat fall off. Maybe he had left it at the Lodging House? But that wasn't likely. He turned around again, limping forward along the dusty road as he threw glances this way and that, all to find his hat. The musty green would have stuck out in the crowd of rich New Yorkers, he figured. Crutchie took another look over his shoulder, deciding to take the turn and look for it on 42nd. But then again, he hadn't been to Grand Central that day. Crutchie took another turn, looking around the side of a brick building before he limped out again.
The squawking and fluttering of chickens raced after Crutchie as he quickly hopped out from a dead end—at least his hat was the only thing that hadn't gotten egg whites on it—but that was mainly because he hadn't found it yet. He quickly slid his crutch back under his arm, resting comfortably on the cloth covered ledge. He shot a swift glare at the chickens, lunging towards them and scattering the birds. Crutchie gave a small chuckle at the sight of all the birds flying away—but then remembered what he was doing here. He turned, going out into the streets once more.
"What'sa matter, kid?" was Jack's first question as Crutchie limped into the Lodging House, closing the door behind him. "I lost my hat," he said to the door with a shake of his head, and then turned around, limping over to the tattered couch.
"What, ya mean this one?" Crutchie took a look over his shoulder, recognizing the green fabric in Jack's hand. He grinned, and went over to take it from his friend. He stuck it backwards securely on his head, nodding importantly. "Thanks, Jack," he spat on his hand, and extended it to Jack as he looked up into Jack's eyes with a cheerful glint. His outstretched hand was rewarded with Jack's firm handshake. "Any time, kid."
Crutchie cracked a smile, looking over to the wall. "Not that often, I 'ope."