A.N. This is for 135nacial. Sorry for the long delay and short story, but I hope you like it.
" 'Ay where ya goin' Mush?" Jack asks, stopping the other newsie in his tracks.
"Jus' goin' ta Brooklyn."
"Ya been goin' ta Brooklyn a lot, how come?"
"A change in scenery Jack, ya should know tha' betta than anyone." Race calls from his spot, lounging on a chair. Jack shakes his head, but Mush sends out a silent 'thank you'.
"Fine, ya can go, bu' be careful an' be back 'for it gets ta late. There's suppos' ta be a blizzard tanigh'."
Mush gives a mock salute, "Yes, sir." He then quickly leaves the lodging house.
After walking for a while, Mush finally enter Brooklyn territory.
"Took ya long enough." Spot says as soon as Mush enters the borough and falling into step with the other boy.
"Ah shut it or ya won' get ya gif'." Mush responds, shoving the other boy playfully.
"Wad ya get?" Spot asks.
Mush pulls a plain, dark wood rosery out of his pocket. "Ya said las' year 'ow sad ya were when ya los' the udda one, so."
Spot hugs the other boy, "Ya didn' 'ave ta do this."
"I know, I wanned ta."
Spot ruffles Mush's hair, " Ya a giant mushball, ya know tha'?"
"Where da ya think my name comes from.
Spot throws his arm around the other boy's shoulders, "So ya think tha' Kelly 'll be upset if ya don' come home tanigh'?"
Mush smirks, " 'll deal wid it tamorra'."
With that the two boys begin to head to the Brooklyn lodging house as a light snow began to fall and gave Mush an excuse to snuggle closer into Spot's side.
