"Yep." she nodded. "Oh, am I gonna see at all you when Im with Arch? You seem pretty cool, and like a good friend to have."
"Cool. See you later then? I kinda need to lock up so tomorow can start." Saber took the plate, and the bits.
Saber carried Zeran to her car, and layed her in the back seat. "Hope you dont mind if Zeran spends the night. Until the bar opens tomorrow would be quite the nap alone."
"Eventful is right. Almost a literal rollercoaster of emotions." Saber started the car, and drove them to her place. (i think its time. time for a.. TIME SKIP!!)
(Yes.) Azrael sat outside the bar the next day, by the door. He had a wound across his neck, leaking formaldehyde, but he didn't seem to mind. He had one thing on his mind: a drink.
Saber rolled up to the bar with Asmo, and Zeran with her in the car. She got out, and carried the still somehow sleeping Zeran to the door, and opened up. "Hey Az. Nice cut." she said walking in.
"I'm gonna go look for prey. Later, gang." Asmo left the car and left for the time being. Azrael simply nodded in response and followed Saber inside.
"About 10-11 hours. Hope you dont mind having been in my bed last night. I couldnt leave you here alone." Saber put her in her corner booth.
Azrael wrote further on the paper: "Do you know hoof language? I can't exactly speak right now, my throat wide open and all." He passed to Saber.