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↳ [ we meet again ] ੈ‧₊˚ ┊͙
warning: slight violence
"BOOTS!" Kloppman yelled as he entered the room upstairs that the newsies slept in. The rest of the boys slowly began waking up and getting changed for the day.
"Skittery, skittery." Kloppman slapped the boys feet making him sit up instantly. "Oh I didn't do it" he mumbled.
The old man slapped his cheek, waking him up fully. "What do you mean, you didn't do it? Get up. Get up!"
"Hey, Cowboy. Hey, cowboy. Come on. You're dreaming about sellin' papers?" He tapped Jack's back.
"Don't want to. What's the matter with you?" Jack mumbled as he rolled onto his back, opening his eyes.
"What's the matter with me?" Kloppman fixed his hat a little. "What the matter with you? I ain't sellin' any of your- get off my back." Jack mumbled again, attempting to go back to sleep.
He was suddenly woken up again by Kloppman poking him. "Hey, go away from me. You're mad!"
"Ha! Come on kid! Get up, get up boy, come on." Kloppman laughed before walking around the room waking some of the others up yelling 'carry your banner'.
Racetrack let his braces snack against his chest, sitting down and looking for his cigar.
"So, how'd you sleep, jack?" Mush patted Jack's shoulder as he walked up to him zipping his pants up.
"On me back, mush" the boy replied, causing mush to laugh like it was the funniest joke in the world. "Hear that, fellas? Hear what jack said?" He walked off laughing.
"Hey jack, when I walk does it look like I'm fakin' it?" Crutchy hopped over to jack on his crutch.
"No. Who's says you's fakin' it?"
"I don't know. It's just- there's so many fake crips on the street today, a real crip ain't gotta chance. I gotta find me a new sellin' spot where they ain't used to seein' me." The two walked over to the sinks.
"Try bottle alley or the harbour" mush looked at him over the shelf dividing both sides of the sinks. "Try Central Park is guaranteed." Race added on, combing his gelled hair back.
"Try any banker, bum or barber." Jack suggested, grabbing the razor after putting cream on and beginning to shave his face.
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