- Chapter 64 - "Your Only Alive Cousin." -
Warnings: Joking, blushy Race, teasing and stuff lol
Third Person POV
Smalls walks down the Brooklyn dock, smiling when she sees Spot. "Hey, brother from related mothers!" She exclaims, waving.
Some of the boys on the dock laugh.
Smalls shoots them smiles.
Spot looks up at her, smiling. "My favorite cousin!" He exclaims.
Smalls laughs. "Your only alive- and nice- cousin." She responds.
Spot laughs, jumping down from his perch and spit-shaking with her. "How are you doing, Smallsie?" He asks.
Smalls shrugs, wiping her hand on her pants. "Well. I left Sniper to come see you, so you better be thankful." She tells him jokingly.
Spot laughs. "Well, thank you, amazing cousin of whom I love." He responds, batting his eyelashes.
Smalls puts her hand on her heart. "Oh, you're too kind to me." She responds dramatically.
The two of them laughs together.
"Smalls!" DD exclaims.
Smalls waves to the Brooklyn Newsies. "Hello, Brooklyn Newsies." She greets with a smile. "I have come to visit you."
"Your favorite half Brooklyn boy is here too!" Hotshot exclaims, something between a grin and a smirk on his face.
Rags drags Race out of the Brooklyn Lodge.
Race's face was bright red and he looked really annoyed; his arms were also crossed.
Smalls laughs, looking Race up and down. "You even got him to wear red, I'm impressed." She responds.
Race rolls his eyes.
He was wearing some of Spot's clothes; his suspenders, undershirt, flannel, hat, and socks.
The only reason he wasn't wearing Spot's shoes and pants was because they were too big for him.
"How you doing, Racetrack?" Smalls asks him with a smirk.
Race rolls his eyes. "The usual, you know." He answers. "Hate this Borough sometimes and will smack Jack the next time I see him for leaving me here." He smiles sarcastically.
Smalls laughs.
Spade crosses his arms. "Tu sei il Principe di Brooklyn." He reminds him as he rolls his eyes. "Sei praticamente bloccato qui per sempre. Abituati." He tells him.
(Translation: 'You are the Prince of Brooklyn. You're practically stuck here forever. Get used to it.')
Race rolls his eyes, his face a bit red.
Spot smirks, crossing his arms.
Smalls smirks, looking over at Spot. "You finally did it, huh?" She asks.
Spot doesn't respond, just continues to stare at Race.
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