Racetrack had miraculously overslept and was running toward the
distribution center in fear of missing Spyder. Race was out of breath by
the time he clamored up the ramp to Kid Blink. "Why didn't ya wake me?" he
asked while panting.
"What?" Blink asked, "I didn't even notice ya weren't up."
"Have ya seen Spydah?" Race inquired.
"Naw, not yet." Blink looked around, "Wait, isn't dat her?" he pointed across the crowd of the DC to a girl now entering the gates.
Race darted toward her, "Thanks, Kid."
"Heya, Racetrack." Spyder smiled, her face glowing in the morning sun.
Race looked up at her, "Ya can call me Race, ya know." He smiled.
"Okay, where're yer papes, Race?" Spyder asked causing Racetrack to realize he had gotten out of line before purchasing his daily fifty.
"Well, I was waitin' fer you so we could buy 'em tahgethah." He fabricated. The oddly-matched pair walked to the window together to buy their papes. Spyder requested her usual twenty, sparking Race's curiosity. "Why do ya only buy twenty papes?" he asked.
"I dun't need tah sell mo' den twenty." She explained, "I got me othah sources of income." She started to walk off once again suggesting the secrecy of the matter, "C'mon, Race." The two street rats sold their papes en route to Sheepshead Bay, talking and laughing all the while.
"What?" Blink asked, "I didn't even notice ya weren't up."
"Have ya seen Spydah?" Race inquired.
"Naw, not yet." Blink looked around, "Wait, isn't dat her?" he pointed across the crowd of the DC to a girl now entering the gates.
Race darted toward her, "Thanks, Kid."
"Heya, Racetrack." Spyder smiled, her face glowing in the morning sun.
Race looked up at her, "Ya can call me Race, ya know." He smiled.
"Okay, where're yer papes, Race?" Spyder asked causing Racetrack to realize he had gotten out of line before purchasing his daily fifty.
"Well, I was waitin' fer you so we could buy 'em tahgethah." He fabricated. The oddly-matched pair walked to the window together to buy their papes. Spyder requested her usual twenty, sparking Race's curiosity. "Why do ya only buy twenty papes?" he asked.
"I dun't need tah sell mo' den twenty." She explained, "I got me othah sources of income." She started to walk off once again suggesting the secrecy of the matter, "C'mon, Race." The two street rats sold their papes en route to Sheepshead Bay, talking and laughing all the while.