- Chapter 56 - Knobs, Boots, and Ike Have to go Home -
Warnings: Slight sadness and slight injuries
Third Person POV
Knobs was half asleep on Dice's back as they walked to the distribution center.
Ike, Boots, Smokes, and Race were chatting excitedly as Hotshot and Red were watching them with soft smiles.
Spot and Ace walk over to them.
Spot smacks Hotshot, Red, and Ace in the stomach with with pimp-cane, semi-lightly.
"Ow!" Ace yelps.
Spot goes to smack Dice, but one glare from the Brooklyn Newsie and he stopped.
Spot looks at Race, Smokes, Boots, Ike, and Knobs. "You're making my Newsies soft." He grumbles.
"They were already soft." Ike scoffs.
Spot glares at him.
Hotshot rolls his eyes. "We're not soft." He crosses his arms.
"You just walked into a wall twice." Spot and Ike respond in unison, both of them deadpanning at him.
"That wasn't not nor-"
Spot cuts him off, "because you were staring at Ike." He reminds him.
Hotshot blushes.
Ike smirks, his arms crossed.
"I think it's cute." Race pipes up, looking ahead as he walks.
Spot immediately goes to defend himself. "I didn't say it wasn't cute." He starts.
Ace and Hotshot share a knowing smirk.
Boots and Smokes were smirking and their arms were crossed as they stared at Spot and Race.
Race looks at Spot. "You said they were making them soft." He responds like it was obvious.
"See? I didn't say it wasn't c-"
"But you smacked them and seemed annoyed, therefor we can only assume that you didn't think it was cute."
"You thought wrong." Spot grumbles, his arms crossed.
"It's called an inference." Knobs mutters tiredly, lifting his hand up, before he let it drop back down on Dice's lap lifelessly, his eyes still closed.
(A/N, look at me using words I learned in my English honors class :)
Dice smiles. "Go back to sleep, lovey." They whisper.
Knobs didn't have to be told twice.
Race shrugs, looking away from Spot. "Personally, I think that when someone lets down their guard for someone else because they're in love, it's really cute." He tells him.
Spot looks away from Race, his cheeks heating up for no reason.
Dice smirks at Spot.
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