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Post by mush on Oct 7, 2009 5:29:22 GMT -5
He chuckled. "I wouldn't look for 'im. Prince is a tough guy... not one to look for help at this point neither. But I'll pass along the word, promise." He gave Manhattan a gentle hug and a sincere smile. "I must say... your bright eyes sure ain't never lost their sparkle." Mush was an incessant flirt, what is there to say? But he did it without thinking, which made it genuine. He meant ever compliment that ever left his mouth. He just came off as a sweet guy. Maybe not the most brave, strong or smart, or fast, or anything else. But if nothing else, he was sweeter than sugar, and wouldn't rot your teeth with a kiss.
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Post by manhattan on Oct 7, 2009 5:50:38 GMT -5
She leaned into the hug. She wanted to help. She did. She just couldnt hands on. Not yet. Not on the front line where everything is so harsh still, so raw. She could handle it if there was a buffer, the restaurants, but full on. No. Even Mush face to face was almost to much. To real. It made her miss it all. Manhattan. The Boys. But going back...it wouldnt be the same. Seeing Blink had driven that home. It had been bad. Really bad and all she had wanted to do instead of yell at him was hug him and never let go. All she wanted was Mush to wrap her in his arms, warm and safe and take her home. See Jack, and Sweets and Bumlets, and skittery, and and and... everyone. Reassure herself they're ok, reassure her that shes home, safe, loved. No. Not yet. Its all still too raw. Just... not yet.
Manhattan shook her head and smiled. "And youah honey'd tongue is still just as sweet as evah." She blushed none the less, she knew out of all the girl newsies in New York she was one of the most average but it didnt matter to her. Never had. "Save youah sweet nothins foah yoah sweetheart Meyers...youah already gettin free food outtah me i dont need ta heah it." She winked at him.
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Post by mush on Oct 10, 2009 3:20:49 GMT -5
"Hey now! I know I hand out compliments like candy... but that dun mean they ain't true. I mean every word I evah say ta anyone... in the form of a compliment at least," he added with a chuckle. That was the thing about mush's charm. Though he was a charming boy, and a bit of a player... he did mean what he said. He wasn't a liar. He prided himself in that.
"You're a sweet heart ta help us out Manhattan." Yeah, even though she wasn't coming to help directly, the fact that she was going to offer the food to keep the people going was just as important. "And I'm sure everyone will be happy to know that you're okay, and that you're still helpin' out in anyway you can." He gave her a sincere smile. "Thanks," he added honestly.
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