Crutchie Morris / rp account
@gotpoisonality.bsky.social
you don't gotta be insultin'! i got a nickel. // rp acct for crutchie from disney's newsies the musical. / MVRP 18+ / MDNI / Mun is 28
“….”
Crutchie falls silent, looking at the woman in fear. Then, he forces a laugh.
“HAHAHA! Very funny miss! You almost had me!”
Crutchie falls silent, looking at the woman in fear. Then, he forces a laugh.
“HAHAHA! Very funny miss! You almost had me!”
February 10, 2026 at 3:51 AM
“….”
Crutchie falls silent, looking at the woman in fear. Then, he forces a laugh.
“HAHAHA! Very funny miss! You almost had me!”
Crutchie falls silent, looking at the woman in fear. Then, he forces a laugh.
“HAHAHA! Very funny miss! You almost had me!”
“I - I don’t think I wanna answer that, ma’am! Shouldn’t you already know?!”
February 10, 2026 at 3:36 AM
“I - I don’t think I wanna answer that, ma’am! Shouldn’t you already know?!”
“Pfft, yeah right,” Crutchie snorts. Then he swallows hard, remembering whose house he’s in.
“Uh — if you say so, sir. I bet I could fit all my friends in here twice over!”
“Uh — if you say so, sir. I bet I could fit all my friends in here twice over!”
February 10, 2026 at 3:16 AM
“Pfft, yeah right,” Crutchie snorts. Then he swallows hard, remembering whose house he’s in.
“Uh — if you say so, sir. I bet I could fit all my friends in here twice over!”
“Uh — if you say so, sir. I bet I could fit all my friends in here twice over!”
“Wha — what do you mean, Miss?”
February 10, 2026 at 3:15 AM
“Wha — what do you mean, Miss?”
“Mc… Donald’s? That old Irish bar down on 5th? Lady, this is gonna buy me a room for the first time in my life!”
February 10, 2026 at 3:12 AM
“Mc… Donald’s? That old Irish bar down on 5th? Lady, this is gonna buy me a room for the first time in my life!”
"F - five?!" His eyes grow wide as saucers.
February 9, 2026 at 10:04 PM
"F - five?!" His eyes grow wide as saucers.
+ introducin'! I don't mind one bit!"
February 9, 2026 at 9:53 PM
+ introducin'! I don't mind one bit!"
+ Crutchie draws himself up to his full height, shrewdly thinking that if he brings this man to the theatres, or at least shows him where they are, he could definitely sell more papers.
"You headed to the theatres as well, sir? I'm good friends with a GREAT vaudeville performer if you need +
"You headed to the theatres as well, sir? I'm good friends with a GREAT vaudeville performer if you need +
February 9, 2026 at 9:53 PM
+ Crutchie draws himself up to his full height, shrewdly thinking that if he brings this man to the theatres, or at least shows him where they are, he could definitely sell more papers.
"You headed to the theatres as well, sir? I'm good friends with a GREAT vaudeville performer if you need +
"You headed to the theatres as well, sir? I'm good friends with a GREAT vaudeville performer if you need +
"Oh -- yes sir!" Crutchie returns, enthusiastically pocketing the coins before he hopes that the man notices he's given way too many. He genuinely lights up at the mention of the theatres, since they're Jack's favorite -- so they have to be his too. He does like singing along, at the very least. +
February 9, 2026 at 9:53 PM
"Oh -- yes sir!" Crutchie returns, enthusiastically pocketing the coins before he hopes that the man notices he's given way too many. He genuinely lights up at the mention of the theatres, since they're Jack's favorite -- so they have to be his too. He does like singing along, at the very least. +
"Cash?! Really?! I - I mean -- uh -- one dollar would be perfect, miss. Thank you."
February 9, 2026 at 9:38 PM
"Cash?! Really?! I - I mean -- uh -- one dollar would be perfect, miss. Thank you."
"Take... what?"
February 9, 2026 at 9:16 PM
"Take... what?"
"Well... I'm an orphan, see? I don't really got a lot to survive on..."
February 9, 2026 at 9:11 PM
"Well... I'm an orphan, see? I don't really got a lot to survive on..."
"... Would you still like to buy a pape, miss? A guy can't eat newspapers, now can I?"
February 9, 2026 at 9:07 PM
"... Would you still like to buy a pape, miss? A guy can't eat newspapers, now can I?"
Crutchie smiles warmly, sitting down to untie his laces on his boots so he can hand over his socks.
"You don't have any underclothes -- is that a rich folk thing now?" He blushes again. "And -- and your apartment's so big! Are you a big hotshot reporter?"
"You don't have any underclothes -- is that a rich folk thing now?" He blushes again. "And -- and your apartment's so big! Are you a big hotshot reporter?"
February 9, 2026 at 9:06 PM
Crutchie smiles warmly, sitting down to untie his laces on his boots so he can hand over his socks.
"You don't have any underclothes -- is that a rich folk thing now?" He blushes again. "And -- and your apartment's so big! Are you a big hotshot reporter?"
"You don't have any underclothes -- is that a rich folk thing now?" He blushes again. "And -- and your apartment's so big! Are you a big hotshot reporter?"
"Miss, that's all magic-sounding!"
February 9, 2026 at 8:27 PM
"Miss, that's all magic-sounding!"