[Smart kid. He's slept with knives on him because of certain people and demons trying to pop on by.]

I think there's a garden. Not the same but maybe close. [He probably shouldn't encourage it but it's not like he hasn't slept outside himself. Often.

He looks Cliff over, considers that whole not worrying about it thing, then bobs his head.]

Come on. It's not too far from here.

[He finishes the last bit of cigarette and then quickly pinches the end of it between his fingers before dropping it. A stupid move to some but he'd prefer a burn on his hands than his bare feet. Without missing a beat, he pulls the phone back up and quickly messages Nekane that he's bringing someone by, a kid (and ergo, not a threat).]

Nekane's probably not home but don't freak out if you do see them. They won't care but I still won't like it.