A/N: FINALLY, chapter nine for you beloved readers of mine. I love you
all!!! Kora is definitely my favorite, but Brooklyn's up there, and the
rest of you are still great!!
Ok, the first bit is pure fluff, but who cares?!
--Chronicles Bailey
***
"Runnin'"
Mush and Flit walked to the lodging house, Mush carrying Emma. "So why did we do.what we did?" Flit asked him, still confused on the events of the day.
"Well, we did what we did dat night 'cause, like I'se said, I'se shallow an' you'se a pretty face. 'Sides, I was lonely," he grinned, giving her a light kiss on the lips. "Den we escaped because my faddah's a bastahd."
"Makes sense to me," she murmured, and kissed Mush.
"Ewww!" Emma said, wrinkling her little nose.
"Some uddah time," Mush said uncomfortably. "Obviously my sistah ain't happy," he laughed, tickling Emma as she squealed in giggles.
"It looks like rain," Flit said, and as if to prove her correct, a fat drop of water landed on Mush's nose when he looked up.
"Yeah. . . feels like it, too." They went inside the lodging house.
***pure fluff, what'd I tell ya? --Chronicles Bailey***
"C'mon Dave, it ain't like some rain's gonna kill ya," Blink rolled his eyes, walking through the downpour as if it were nothing.
"Yeah, but monsoons will!" Dave whined.
"I don't even know what the fuck a monsoon is, now will ya shut up an' MOVE?" Blink demanded, speeding up so Dave would be forced to move faster. Blink knew his way around Manhattan in crowds, night, rain, or snow, but Dave. . . Dave didn't have much sense of direction.
***
Jack looked out the window miserably. "Wheah AH dey?" he wondered aloud. Even as he said it, he saw forms in the rain, making their way inside. He heard voices on the roof and footsteps on the stairs.
"C'mon Flit, you'se c'n meet me friends, dey'll love ya, trust me." That was Mush. He knew the voices of his newsies like he knew his own. He heard the sound of tender kisses, and knew Mush had found a girl. The girl entered first-she was about 5'4", with brown hair and a Hispanic look to her. Mush had his around her and was carrying a smaller girl, who looked to be five or six years old.
"New goil?" Jack asked, getting down from his bunk. His eyes burned with fury at the thought of Mush getting him worried sick because of a pretty face.
"Dis is my sistah, Emma. An' dat's Flit," Mush said. "My faddah found me. I had ta get Em out."
Jack nodded, no longer angry.
"Dave, I can't believe you'se still pissed about dat Angel t'ing. Lissen, if dose haihpins meant so much to 'er, why didn't she realize she left 'em on you'se, huh? If we see 'er again, we'll give 'em back, 'til then, she oughta consoled by da fact dat 'er jewelry helped us escape. Now will ya quit whinin'?"
Jack grinned. Blink quickly tired of loudmouths-all loudmouths, that is, except himself.
Mush's face brightened considerably at the sound of his best friend's voice, and his wide smile grew broader when Blink entered the room, clearly annoyed by David's nagging.
"Well Blink, I hafta say I t'ink Mush made out bettah den you'se-comin' home wid a goil instead a' Dave."
David and Blink glared at Jack, and you could almost see the family resemblance. . . except Blink was way hotter. . .
***
I have to go.
--CB
Ok, the first bit is pure fluff, but who cares?!
--Chronicles Bailey
***
"Runnin'"
Mush and Flit walked to the lodging house, Mush carrying Emma. "So why did we do.what we did?" Flit asked him, still confused on the events of the day.
"Well, we did what we did dat night 'cause, like I'se said, I'se shallow an' you'se a pretty face. 'Sides, I was lonely," he grinned, giving her a light kiss on the lips. "Den we escaped because my faddah's a bastahd."
"Makes sense to me," she murmured, and kissed Mush.
"Ewww!" Emma said, wrinkling her little nose.
"Some uddah time," Mush said uncomfortably. "Obviously my sistah ain't happy," he laughed, tickling Emma as she squealed in giggles.
"It looks like rain," Flit said, and as if to prove her correct, a fat drop of water landed on Mush's nose when he looked up.
"Yeah. . . feels like it, too." They went inside the lodging house.
***pure fluff, what'd I tell ya? --Chronicles Bailey***
"C'mon Dave, it ain't like some rain's gonna kill ya," Blink rolled his eyes, walking through the downpour as if it were nothing.
"Yeah, but monsoons will!" Dave whined.
"I don't even know what the fuck a monsoon is, now will ya shut up an' MOVE?" Blink demanded, speeding up so Dave would be forced to move faster. Blink knew his way around Manhattan in crowds, night, rain, or snow, but Dave. . . Dave didn't have much sense of direction.
***
Jack looked out the window miserably. "Wheah AH dey?" he wondered aloud. Even as he said it, he saw forms in the rain, making their way inside. He heard voices on the roof and footsteps on the stairs.
"C'mon Flit, you'se c'n meet me friends, dey'll love ya, trust me." That was Mush. He knew the voices of his newsies like he knew his own. He heard the sound of tender kisses, and knew Mush had found a girl. The girl entered first-she was about 5'4", with brown hair and a Hispanic look to her. Mush had his around her and was carrying a smaller girl, who looked to be five or six years old.
"New goil?" Jack asked, getting down from his bunk. His eyes burned with fury at the thought of Mush getting him worried sick because of a pretty face.
"Dis is my sistah, Emma. An' dat's Flit," Mush said. "My faddah found me. I had ta get Em out."
Jack nodded, no longer angry.
"Dave, I can't believe you'se still pissed about dat Angel t'ing. Lissen, if dose haihpins meant so much to 'er, why didn't she realize she left 'em on you'se, huh? If we see 'er again, we'll give 'em back, 'til then, she oughta consoled by da fact dat 'er jewelry helped us escape. Now will ya quit whinin'?"
Jack grinned. Blink quickly tired of loudmouths-all loudmouths, that is, except himself.
Mush's face brightened considerably at the sound of his best friend's voice, and his wide smile grew broader when Blink entered the room, clearly annoyed by David's nagging.
"Well Blink, I hafta say I t'ink Mush made out bettah den you'se-comin' home wid a goil instead a' Dave."
David and Blink glared at Jack, and you could almost see the family resemblance. . . except Blink was way hotter. . .
***
I have to go.
--CB