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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 17:33:53 GMT -5
Mimic nodded, slightly hesitant and nervous. Sure, he hadn't had parents around to warn him not to talk to strangers and such, but every kid knew it wasn't a good idea to hang around Brooklyn if you weren't from there. However, as the chocolate was pushed into his hands and hair ruffled, he grinned, complieing with the Ex-Queens' kid. After a moment, the chocolate had disappeared and he was relaxing slightly on the couch...Or as relaxed as one could be in an 'enemy' borough.
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Post by razor on Jul 29, 2006 17:45:51 GMT -5
The door opened then, and Razor stepped inside, nearly doing a double take when he saw Mimic relaxing on his couch. "Uh...." He blinked his ice blue eyes and ran a hand through his hair. This was new. "Hi...?"
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Post by flanna on Jul 29, 2006 17:50:00 GMT -5
Flanna heard Razor and jumped into action, making sure to thwart anything that might occur. She finished up wuth the cocca, handing Mimic a big mug with a smile, then walked over to Razor, placing a mug in his hand, leaning up to kiss him gently.
"...This is Mimic. He's from Queens and got caught here after dark..I thought he should stay here til he can go back in the daylight."
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Post by razor on Jul 29, 2006 17:52:08 GMT -5
Razor, slightly surprised at how fast everything was going on around him, nodded after a second, holding the mug between his hands. "Um...ok..." Realizing this was probably not the best answer he could give, he tried again. "This is your house too, Flanna, so, i guess thats fine."
He looked over at Mimic, and nodded to him in greeting. "What were you doing here after dark, anyway?"
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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 17:57:44 GMT -5
Mimic quickly jumped up, wiping around, freezing at the sight of Razor. Even if he was a newsie, he was still eight, and so Razor both alarmed and awed him. He hastily took off his hat, remembering he was inside, and thus it was manners to do so. A mop of light brown, slightly curly hair was revealed as he slowly stepped backwards, startled.
As Flanna handed him the large mug, he relaxed slightly, taking a big gulp of the steaming substance, even though it scalded his tongue. A small grin appeared upon his face as he shifted nervously.
"I'se...got lost," he admited. Not exactly, since he intended to go to Brooklyn. He hadn't, however, intended to get lost at night.
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Post by flanna on Jul 29, 2006 18:04:44 GMT -5
She shrugged at Razor, her voice monotone. "Gladd you guess its okay too." She was a bit uneasy about it, and his answer hadn't helped much. But it was his own fault for making her soft.
Flanna went and stood behind Mimic, ruffling his hair a bit, smiling at him. "Yeah I know..Brooklyn looks different at night."
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Post by razor on Jul 29, 2006 18:07:40 GMT -5
Razor looked between the two of them and knew what he had done. Sighing, he shook his head, "It really is fine, Flanna....I just....haven't been around kids....much....so i dont know what to do with one in my house."
Looking down at Mimic, he pulled up a small smirk. "Well, any troublemaker needs to know his way around Brooks at night. Its the law."
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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 18:14:27 GMT -5
Mimic grinned slightly, taking another sip of the now cooling cocoa. He closed his eyes, his facial expression blissful. Out of all the chocolate, he thought cocoa was the best. I mean, DRINKING chocolate? The person who came up with the idea was a genuis, in his opinion. A small smirk appeared upon the young Queens newsboy's lips as Razor spoke, mischievious grin appearing upon his face.
"What law is dat?" he asked. "An' don't ya dare say 'da law 'a Brooklyn."
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Post by flanna on Jul 29, 2006 18:18:00 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged but raised her eyebrow. Razor sounded like he was talking about a dog, not a kid. She understood though. He would get kisses to make up for this later.
Flanna laughed. "Nah its not the law, Mimic. Its just wise."
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Post by razor on Jul 29, 2006 18:19:41 GMT -5
Razor raised an eyebrow over at Flanna. "Naw, its a law. Its my own law." He smirked, "Cant be a good troublemaker unless you can get in and out of a burrough in minutes. When its pitch black." He sighed and took a sip of his cocoa. "Anyway...im freakin tired as hell. Got a new stallion in today...had to break him in."
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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 20:31:40 GMT -5
Mimic cocked an eyebrow, seeming to doubt the Brooklynite but merely took another sip of his cocoa. They were offering a roof over his head, it was best not to mouth off to them. Especially when he could drink the heavenly elixir that was cocoa. His eyes wandered around the apartment. It seemed rather roomy compared to others, even a little empty. He supposed they'd just moved in, and hadn't earned enough money yet to buy furniture. Then again, who ever did have enough to buy furniture these days?
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Post by flanna on Jul 31, 2006 20:42:36 GMT -5
Flanna sighed. "Fine...go take a shower and go to bed, Razor." She walked over and gave him a light kiss. "Mimic and I will play a card game or something and go to bed." She looked over at Mimic. "Unless you are wide awake, and then we'll just talk or play more games!" She smiled brightly.
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Post by mimic on Jul 31, 2006 21:01:16 GMT -5
"I'se w-w--wide awake," Mimic stated stubbornly, though a yawn proved otherwise. He shook his head like a shaggy dog trying to get water out of its ears, obviously trying to shake off exhaustion. Newsie life was hard, and it was especially tough on eight-year-olds, not matter how much he'd deny. He'd fallen asleep more than once during a poker game in Queens. "What's da game?"
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Post by flanna on Aug 1, 2006 21:34:54 GMT -5
Flanna pulled out some cards and put them on the table. "WE'll play some Speed, okay? just until you are tired." She smiled softly. He was probably a lot more tired than he was letting on, but she wouldn't say anything.
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Post by razor on Aug 2, 2006 13:09:53 GMT -5
Razor came up behind them and spun a chair backwards, sitting in it with his arms crossed over the top. "Might if i play?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He might be tired, but that didnt mean he had to go to bed. Anyway, he was going to spend some time with Flanna....work actually kept him pretty busy.
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