Porch

[moira]

Moira laughed with him and took his hand, standing up. She brushed her skirts off, shaking her head. "Yeah...clumsy is something I definitely am.." She smiled brightly. "I'm right sorry about that..I need to pay more attention." She gestured to his ankle. "I didn't harm ya did I?"

[gilbertgrimes]

"Just my pride" he said straight faced before cracking a small smile. Gilbert returned to his chair and just as before stretched out into his relaxed position. With an index finger he brushed at his mustache. "So you livin' hear or are ya my new maid?" he asked as serious as ever. It was a plausible job for a teenage girl..a house maid even for a ratty old house.

[moira]

Moira smiled and followed him up the stairs, putting her hands on the hips. "I'll be your new maid if it pays better than being a newsie..." She winked and laughed a bit. "I'm sorry...I'm ramblin' on and you don't even know my name...I'm Moira." She put out her hand.

[gilbertgrimes]

He studied her for a moment then took her hand gently lifting it in acceptance rather than shaking it. "Gilbert Grimes." He let go of her and folded his hands on top of his lap. She was the first Bronx newsie run into since deciding he'd move back in and he wondered if a good kid to size up the situation with.

"Well Moria, " He started a bit smugly, " maybe we can make them arrangements eventually. I don't tend to keep my belongings real tidy.." He glanced at his bags.

[moira]

Moira smiled brightly. "Glad to meetcha, Gilbert." She sat on the porch railing, listening for a moment. She wasn't put off by his attitude--a lot of kids acted like he did, didn't bother her none.

She laughed a bit. "Most men don't, I've come to see...that's why ya lot need maids--ya got ta have a woman's touch to keep your world from dis-ogranizin' inta chaos!"

[gilbertgrimes]

Gil raised an eyebrow before smiling wildly. "Precisely the reason why men ever consider marriage." He could get his kicks where ever but having a little woman at home to cook and clean, well that either meant marriage or money and he'd just prefer keep what meager salaries he made throughout life.

He slicked a hand through his hair causing most of it to become trapped behind his ears

[moira]

Moira laughed brightly. "Aye, aye...I can see that. Odda wise, why wouldja nice men get shackled with horrid hags of dames ya do sometimes!"

She looked him over. "You don't really look like a newsie, Gilbert...whatcha do?" She readjusted her kerchief, tucking more curles under it.

[gilbertgrimes]

Well she certainly wasn't thrown by any of his comments. Gilbert was amused by this but knew he wouldn't be able to walk all over her without a bit of..persuasion.

"mmm. Haven't been a newsie for quite some time" He said and repositioned himself so one foot was now resting on on the opposite knee. "Western Union, actually" he tugged on his red pants (the only blaring part of the uniform he was wearing at the moment), "but have decided to take up residency with all ya newsies for awhile."

[moira]

Moira nodded. "Oi...I guess that shoulda told me...but we nevah got many tellagraphs or messages...or whatever you deliver in the orphanage...or newsie house for that matter!"

She looked over him, her eyes even. "...so why ya wantin' ta stay with us newsies?" She flashed him a lopsided smile and leaned forward a bit. "...we'll just add to the clutter..."

[gilbertgrimes]

"Telegrams" He corrected with a bit of snide. His job was still at the bottom, low paying and filled with kids just like newsies, but to him delivering news was better than selling it on the corner.

Gilbert stared back at her deciding how much he really wanted to divulge to this adolescent. "Want is hardly the word" he scoffed. "I had a few...rats for house mates rather than eating out of garbage cans I decided to save a few bucks and return to an old home."

[moira]

Moira took his attitude in stride. Sure she had mis-said what he did, so she probably deserved the little jab. No matter. She wasn't going to get huffy over someone's natural attitude. "Well, i's doubt any of us really want ta be here...but ya do whatcha gotta do." She shrgged and smiled. "but I'm sure we're glad ta have ya...more the merrier I suppose."

[gilbertgrimes]

Gil hummed his agreement deciding that it was a more automated response than anything. But that didn't matter. With a slap of his thighs he got up, stretched, and picked up his bags, one in each hand. "Wanna be a peach an' show me where I can deposit these?" He asked shaking his head to get some of the stray hair from his eyes. "'Doubt its changed but jus' in case..."

[moira]

Moira shrugged. "Bet it hasn't...but sure...come on Mr. Gilbert." She flashed a smile and led him inside. "Guess I can start that maid job earlier..." She winked.

((post Bunks?)

[gilbertgrimes]

Gil laughed "Splendid!" He took the pillowcase bag and pulled it up onto one shoulder for easier handling. Glancing to make sure Moira was coming in on his heal he headed through the front door.

((sounds good, follow you there))

[polly]

Polly was holding up Lukas, who had seemed to injure his foot quite badly in Manhattan. She was a little upset, considering this kept her from selling the Afternoon Edition, but had felt obligated to help the boy. Throughout their adventure, she had wondered his age. Was he younger or older than she was, or perhaps the same? Either way, she knew she was more mature than he was.

No, Polly reminded herself. We can't think like that about men.

She saw a fairly large porch connecting to a large building. Before approaching it, she asked.

"Is that it?"