Crutchie closed the lodge's door, setting his bag down on a nearby table. He had come home later than usual, but only because he had gotten distracted out in one of Manhattan's parks, watching all the animals. He had missed dinner, and the crip had had nothing to eat all day.
Crutchie hobbled up the stairs to the room he shared with Jack. He plopped down on his wooden bed, onto the long rag he used as a blanket, setting down his crutch. He started untying his shoes, preparing for bed.
A quiet tune snaked its way into the room from an open window, causing Crutchie to stop undoing his shoelaces, causing Crutchie to look up.
"...Makes Santa Fe~" The melody whispered. As soon as Crutchie heard the last few notes he realized who the singer was.
Crutchie joined Jack out on the balcony, resting his crutch against the metal bars and leaning on the railing next to his friend.
"Ya still wanna go ta ol' Santa Fe? He questioned gently, his eyes scanning the bright streets of New York. Jack shrugged, shaking his head, no. "Not really, kid. I'd miss ya' dumb bum leg if Ise went out to that New Mexico." Crutchie looked over at the older male, grinning. "Really?" Jack couldn't help but smile at Crutchie's chipper tone. "Yeah kid, I have my big ol' family in this dump. I can't jus' leave when I choose."
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Newsies Imagines
Fanfiction((Taking requests soon!!)) To be honest, there's way too many scenarios to imagine about Newsies, and it's just a waste not to write it down. It's too easy. Anways, enjoy my random imagines of the Broadway musical, Newsies!
