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Zephyr nodded and took the number. "Alright. I'll contact you as soon as I can." He gave a smile and got up to pay his share as well, and tip the waiter. He then petted his son's hair and moved out, the sleepy boy's scaled hand in his own.
Slythor waved with his free hand once the two separated. He to his car and Devan to wherever he will go. Soon enough he was curled up in the car seat, sleeping and hoping to meet his friend again.
