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Don't call him that, it'll make him feel old. He couldn't help but smile though. He ruffles her hair and begins to lead her inside, out of the cold. "Guess I love ya' too, Batty." He's pretty sure there's a nice little room that isn't falling apart as much. It's hers.

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"If I knew you were just sleeping outside I would have taken you here sooner. No place for a kid." He grabs a balled up blanket from the corner and brings it to the bed. Wasn't the nicest bed in the world, but it must be league's better than what Batty was used to. "Hop up."

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"I'm hoping that's gonna be the case. Unless you brought some garbage." He teased, nudging her a big before sitting up to fix his jacket. He wasn't a stoner by any means. Just used to putting harsher shit into his lungs. A miracle he doesn't get winded easily.