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Shahriar burst in through his front door, head to toe carrying shopping bags.. But this bother him? OF COURSE NOT. HE WAS HAPPY. He had just spent the day with not only Nebu, but Malika and Malik, a day for the family to be reunited once again. The look on the kids' faces when Shahriar stepped to the side and allowed them to see Nebu... Oh goodness it would just bring the mean ol' Persian to tears.  The Persian made sure to do everything the three of the needed to have done in order for Nebu and the kids to have maximum time catching up, but of course that still wasn't enough. There was always next week... And on the way home, Shah made sure to pick up Nebu a cell phone and added his own number plus the kids' to it. After setting it to speech mode, since the other old man can't read for shit, Shah allowed Nebu to fiddle with the device. Granted, he had to take it away several times before the Babylonian smashed it against the ground and hiss at it... He'll get it eventually.. Hopefully...  Two of Shah's maids quickly met him when he burst in, and he handed off the bags to them instructing them to put them in his room. Because of Nebu's severe lack of clothing, the four even got in some time to go shopping for the geezer. It was a bunch of laughs, even when Shah kept harassing Malik about his smoking habit. It just wouldn't be the same without the Persian hand chopping a lit cigarette out of the Iraqi's mouth, now would it? No... it wouldn't stop guessing.  "I told you that you'd be proud. They've really turned out great," Shah beamed with a smile, turning around on his heels while he walked through the house now backwards in order to face Nebu.