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Fuck, he wasn't a father. He couldn't have been a proper role model nor a paternal figure in any real fashion even if he'd tried. The girl was still clinging to him like glue, however--not that she had a choice--though she'd wandered away from him that morning, ironically enough. When she apologized, he smiled a little and nodded his head, offering her only a gentle pat on the head in return. She was a good kid; being under his care would probably turn out to be a bad idea one way or another, but neither of them really had any other choice. Addison was separated from her mother and defenseless as a result, and Jefferson was a one-eyed idiot who had to show some level of responsibility alongside his morals and soft spot for children.
He was too old to teach children, let alone father one. Right? "Because," he muttered. Apparently that was the best he could answer right away. The brute stuttered a moment before finding some sort of excuse or reasoning to get through to her. "Because I said so. You're too young to talk like that." He gently lifted her at the scruff with his hand and placed her away to cease the pup's endless kneading at his leg. Jefferson was not only learning how to teach the girl some sort of morals, but he was also putting up with her odd, ever-wavering behaviors and questions. She could be sick one day and fine the next; children were like a whirlwind, and somehow he never managed to get out of the spiraling winds. "You're hungry already?" Damn, how much did kids eat?
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