- Chapter 46 - My Chapters Have Not Been Good Recently lol -
Warnings: Mentions of the Refuge, mentions of sleeping problems
Third Person POV
Race walks down the Brooklyn dock, slightly behind Spot.
Spot looks back at him for a moment.
He wouldn't lie, he was slightly concerned because Race hadn't spoken much (other than the usual shouting headlines that he was forced to do) that day.
Race continues down the dock, when he notices someone.
Spot smiles when he sees him. "Hey, Scraps!" He exclaims.
Said Newsie turns around to face them.
He had been talking to Ace and Cloth.
Scraps smiles. "Hey, Spot," he waves. "And Racetrack Higgins?" He smirks. "In Brooklyn?"
Race shrugs slightly, stopping in front of him. "I'm being watched by Brooklyn until we figure out a solution to the East Side problem." He informs him.
Scraps nods.
Race looks him up and down. "What's your Borough now that the Refuge is closed?" He asks.
Spot frowns when he notices Race's slight shudder when he mentions the Refuge.
Scraps smiles slightly. "My triplets and I kinda stay in multiple places; Bronx, Queens, and Woodside, and occasionally Richmond or Midtown." He informs Race. "But I'm kinda someone who runs to every Borough- other than East Side and Harlem- with news." He explains.
Race nods. "You technically know everything that happens among the boroughs?" He asks with a smile.
Scraps' smile widens, his light green eyes shining in the light. "I know the majority of what happens in the boroughs." He responds.
Race nods.
"How's Crutchie doing?" Scraps asks Race.
Race shrugs. "He was doing better, especially injury wise, when I left." He answers. "But I'm kinda in Brooklyn and don't know what's happening in Manhattan since I left." He informs him.
Scraps nods. "Is that why Jack looks like he's gotten no sleep?" He asks, slightly concerned.
Race sighs deeply. "Cause he's not used to being the first one up and the last one asleep, yeah?" He answers quietly.
"I don't think either of you should be first one up and last one asleep." Scraps comments, growing more concerned.
Race shrugs, crossing his arms. "I was used to it." He says.
Scraps looks at Spot. 'Keep an eye on him.' He mouths.
Spot nods.
Scraps looks back to Race. "Remember when you were in the Refuge?" He asks him.
Race cringes slightly. "I really try not to." He responds.
Scraps sighs slightly. "I mean-" he stops in defeat. "just listen to me for a moment." He tells Race.
Race nods.
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