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Post by moonlight on Jul 20, 2008 20:47:16 GMT -5
"when's da waitah gonna come?"
Pockets put her hand on Milo's shoulder. "They will be here when we are ready to order. Relax Milo, you will get yoah ice cream. "
She grabbed Snitch's hand under the table, careful for Race not to see until Snitch told him.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Jul 21, 2008 12:03:49 GMT -5
((Haha, Milo is adorable...))
"What are you talking 'bout Race"
Racetrack rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb," he said. "Ya been actin' all outta sorts lately. So what's been happenin' eh?" He had the feeling that Snitch had a girl that he wasn't telling anyone about, or else something along those lines. It took something like that for a fella to act like Snitch had.
Race looked at Pockets, who was talking to Milo. Racetrack didn't know Pockets or Milo too well, so he would hold off on any biting comments to them. He knew that he'd made quite a few enemies that way, and he didn't need any more. "So what's the deal, Pockets?" he asked, wondering if she knew what was going on. With a smirk, Race regarded the young boy. "How 'bout you, Milo, you know what's goin' on?"
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Post by Milo on Jul 21, 2008 12:30:50 GMT -5
"yeah" said Milo ,somewhat hesitantly, still not quite sure what to think of Racetrack. He pondered whether or not to tell him for a moment but finally decided that it was always best to tell the truth, when he was off the job anyways, and elaborated "Snitch an' Pockets are a couple " he explained " but dere not gonna be a mama an' a papa yet, though" finally, growing more excited and less hesitant by the moment he added "but when dey do I get ta name da baby, pockets promised, didn't ya Pockets?" he finished, turning his attention to her.
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Post by moonlight on Jul 21, 2008 13:15:49 GMT -5
"So what's the deal, Pockets?"
Pockets turned around from Milo to look at Racetrack. "Well, me and Snitch have something to tell you, but yoah gunna be the foist one to find out, besides Milo of coise."
"Snitch an' Pockets are a couple. but dere not gonna be a mama an' a papa yet, though. but when dey do I get ta name da baby, pockets promised, didn't ya Pockets?"
Pockets burst out laughing at what Milo just said to Race. She winked at Race, she hadn't needed to tell him anymore. "Yup, we are a couple, and we don't have a baby yet Milo." She ruffled his hair and lifted her hand and Snitch's hand on the table.
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Post by snitch on Jul 21, 2008 17:54:20 GMT -5
"Snitch an' Pockets are a couple. but dere not gonna be a mama an' a papa yet, though. but when dey do I get ta name da baby, pockets promised, didn't ya Pockets?"
Snitch widened his eyes and started laughing when Milo said that him and Pockets were a couple, of corse they are a couple but it just made him laugh when Milo said "But dere not gonna be a mama an' papa yet, thought"
"Don't play dumb,Ya been actin' all outta sorts lately. So what's been happenin' eh?"
" Umm..Pockets is my goil" said Snitch holding Pockets' hand under the table.
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Post by moonlight on Jul 22, 2008 10:36:12 GMT -5
" Umm..Pockets is my goil"
Pockets smiled at Snitch. "Yup, and Snitch is my lil man! Haha." She kissed Snitch on the cheek.
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Post by Milo on Jul 22, 2008 10:43:36 GMT -5
"Nuh uh!" exclaimed Milo, a very serious look on his face "He ain't little, he's big! If he's little den what does dat make me? I'm way littler den he is!" he asked, still looking dead serious.
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Post by moonlight on Jul 22, 2008 10:50:42 GMT -5
"He ain't little, he's big! If he's little den what does dat make me? I'm way littler den he is!"
Pockets burst out laughing again. "Milo, I was joking. Your my lil man, Snitch is my big man. " She bit her lip from trying to laugh even harder.
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Post by snitch on Jul 22, 2008 11:03:38 GMT -5
"Yup, and Snitch is my lil man! Haha."
Snitch blushed and widened him eyes. Race and Spot are the little men..thought Snitch.
"Milo, I was joking. Your my lil man, Snitch is my big man. "
Snitch chuckled at what Pockets said.
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Post by Milo on Jul 22, 2008 12:39:48 GMT -5
"Okay" said Milo, placated " Hey Race" he continued, turning to the older newsie " are you gonna have lunch wit' us?" he inquired, impatiently" 'cause if ya are you should start decidin' what ta get 'cause we can't order unless evr'body's ready an' I wanna be ready when da waitah comes ovah 'cause if we're not, den we'll hafta wait forevah befoah he comes back again an' I'm hungry"
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Post by moonlight on Jul 24, 2008 13:55:37 GMT -5
'cause if ya are you should start decidin' what ta get 'cause we can't order unless evr'body's ready an' I wanna be ready when da waitah comes ovah 'cause if we're not, den we'll hafta wait forevah befoah he comes back again an' I'm hungry"
Pockets laughed. "Milo, relax. Yoah gunna be able to eat, we're not gunna wait forevah. Let Race sink in what we already told him befoah he eats sumtin'. "
She smiled at Race, then Milo, then Snitch. Pockets was glad to have such great friends. Maybe I should come to Manhattan, she thought.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Aug 5, 2008 10:17:07 GMT -5
"yeah. Snitch an' Pockets are a couple. but dere not gonna be a mama an' a papa yet, though. but when dey do I get ta name da baby, pockets promised, didn't ya Pockets?"
Racetrack's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Snitch and Pockets as a couple, even though that had been what he was expecting, it was still surprising. But when Milo mentioned them being parents, Racetrack snorted with laughter. "Dat right, Pockets?" he said, turning to her with a amused look. "Guess ya plannin' ahead dere, eh?"
"Yup, we are a couple, and we don't have a baby yet Milo."
Race shook his head and finally took a seat at the table. "Watch it dere, Pockets. A couple I can take, but when ya start talkin' 'bout babies..." He didn't want to think about anyone he sold papers with having a baby. He could only imagine how much trouble it would cause.
" Umm..Pockets is my goil" Snitch said.
"Yup, and Snitch is my lil man! Haha." Pockets kissed Snitch on the cheek. Racetrack rolled his eyes and looked away. "Spare me da sight..." he said, jokingly of course. He just didn't like seeing couples getting all...couple-y with each other.
"Nuh uh! He ain't little, he's big! If he's little den what does dat make me? I'm way littler den he is!"
Race laughed again. The kid was a riot...
"Milo, I was joking. Your my lil man, Snitch is my big man. "
Race laughed even more at Pockets' reply. "This is rich..." he chortled to himself. He said to the others, "I oughta get you folks on stage. Best comedy act in New York, spescially dis one..." he indicated Milo with a jerk of his thumb. "Ay, Milo, ya wanna be on stage at Irving Hall?"
"Hey Race are you gonna have lunch wit' us? 'cause if ya are you should start decidin' what ta get 'cause we can't order unless evr'body's ready an' I wanna be ready when da waitah comes ovah 'cause if we're not, den we'll hafta wait forevah befoah he comes back again an' I'm hungry"
"Hold ya horses, kid..." Race said. "Busy day today, dem waiters gotta get around to us. An' no worries...I known what I wanted since I come in..." Race always got the same thing when he went to Tibby's, considering he thought everything else was pretty foul tasting.
"Milo, relax. Yoah gunna be able to eat, we're not gunna wait forevah. Let Race sink in what we already told him befoah he eats sumtin'. "
Race scoffed. "You kiddin'? I'd rather eat. It don't need no sinkin' in..." It was surprising, but Race could stomach a lot of different news without a problem. Being a newsie, it came with the territory anyway. "Ay, Snitch!" he said after a moment. "So how did ol' Pockets suddenly come outta no where tah be your goil?" He added to Pockets in a murmur, "No offence..." He was curious to see how the two had met all of a sudden.
((Longest...post...ever...))
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Post by moonlight on Aug 5, 2008 14:41:42 GMT -5
"Watch it dere, Pockets. A couple I can take, but when ya start talkin' 'bout babies..."
Pockets chortled. "Race, I was jokin'. He's a lil kid, he ain't gunna understand." She whispered into his ear. Then she looked at Milo to make sure he didn't hear what she said, because if he did, then he would want to know what she was talking about.
"You kiddin'? I'd rather eat. It don't need no sinkin' in...Ay, Snitch! So how did ol' Pockets suddenly come outta no where tah be your goil? No offence..."
At what Race said, she smiled and laughed a little bit. Obviously, Race just wants ta eat, she thought to herself. Pockets blushed when he asked how she met Snitch. It was actually a funny occasion at the time, but, it was good all the same. "Nah, it's alright, I don't take any offense."
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Post by snitch on Aug 5, 2008 15:05:11 GMT -5
"This is rich...I oughta get you folks on stage. Best comedy act in New York, spescially dis one..."
Snitch rolled his eyes. Race always has something funny to say...thought Snitch.
"Ay, Snitch! So how did ol' Pockets suddenly come outta no where tah be your goil? No offence..."
"Well ..." There was a short pause. "Pockets got inta fight in brooklyn wit lucky, and she went to da 'Hattan Lodgin House to get cleaned up 'cause she couldn't walk all da way back to Queens. So meh and Milo watched her clean up, and when i gave her a towel and saw her eyes...things just...umm..Clicked." Snitch said out of breath, and smirked, and whispered the last part.
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Post by Milo on Aug 5, 2008 15:58:34 GMT -5
Milo listened their conversation halfway, a pensive look on his face for awhile before interjecting in a very sincere voice "Hey Race" he said looking over at the older boy "How much would a job at Irving hall Pay?"
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Thanks Jim!