In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 5 - "Denial. I like It."

- Chapter 5 - 'Soaked' Again (Ace was as well, but it was his fault) -
Warnings: Teasing (jokingly/brotherly)
Third Person POV

Race walks to the guards in Brooklyn.

He's met with several smirks, again.

"Shut up." Race mutters. "I'm here returning Tumbler to Skittery." He informs them. "He's not my child, just my nephew in law."

Blush dusts Lucky's face, but Tumbler didn't seem to notice.

Some of the older boys there chuckle.

Tumbler climbs down from Race's back and hugs DD.

The older boy smiles, hugging him back.

Lucky was staring, frightened, at Rock.

He'd never met Rock before.

Race holds him in his arms, balancing the little on his hip. "Lucky, this is Rock. He's a new Brookie." He explains.

Rock smiles softly at him, waving.

Lucky looked a little less frightened as he waves back.

The three boys walk down the Brooklyn dock.

"Skitts!" Tumbler shouts, starting to run over to his brother, who was in the water.

"Stop." Cloth tells him, not looking up from his paper. "Clothes."

Tumbler stops in his tracks and nods, taking off his boots, suspenders, flannel, socks, hat, and undershirt.

Lucky blushes a bit, hiding his face in the crook of Race's neck.

Race chuckles softly.

Tumbler jumps in the water next to Skittery, hugging him.

Skittery smiles softly as the boys around them chuckle.

"Glad to see he's back in one piece." A familiar voice states from behind Race.

Race rolls his eyes, turning to face him. "No one has any faith in me," he mutters. "Last I checked, I always keep the littles safe, even if I get hurt." Race states, readjusting Lucky in his arms.

Spot nods, swinging his pimp-cane at his side. "Talking about your trip to the Refuge to help Bush?" He asks.

Race cringes a big at the memory. "Usually, when someone doesn't say exactly what they're talking about, it's because it's a sensitive subject." He comments.

Spot puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

Lucky tugs at Race's sleeve.

Race looks at him.

Lucky leans next to his ear. "Can I play with Tumbler?" He whispers.

Race nods. "Just please don't get wet. The walk back to Manhattan while wet isn't fun, I promise." He responds quietly as he places him down.

Lucky nods, running over to Tumbler, who was still in the water.

"Welcome back to Brooklyn, Racer." Rags tells him with a smirk.

Race rolls his eyes. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't be the one bringing Tumbler back to you." He states bluntly, his arms crossed.

"Why won't you just admit you're part Brooklyn?" Hotshot questions, leaning against a crate. "You are technically a part of Brooklyn because you sell here."

"And you're here a lot anyways." Sling mutters from where he was in the water.

"I don't want to." Race answers bluntly.