"Kuro. Alright." He gave a nod and began pulling out gauze to wrap his chest up. Aoba ignored what felt like hostility in the demom Kuro. It didn't seem like it was too irregular, and with the treatment he had been given lately, he understood. Aoba managed to move him like a ragdoll, back and forth, but he stayed as gentle as angelically possible. Even his gentle touches hurt the poor male. It made him all the more sympathetic. "Well, this won't be any good." Aoba looked at the clean gauze and then at his back. He put the gauze back in his kit and closed it. "This won't do at all... your back is much too wounded..." He was mumbling to himself, once again, intently staring at Kuro's back. Somewhere in the middle of his thoughts, he caught on to Kuro's suggestive comment and blushed lightly. Aoba quickly looked back down, focusing on his job.

After a few minutes and waiting for the bkush to subside, Aoba whispered sincerely. "I'll be right back. I have to get something." He didn't whisper on purpose, but it felt a lot more natural to keep the conversation between the two. He had already pegged the guards as angels who he liked less than the others. The angel wouldn't admit to hatred or dislike, because he felt that was mean.

Aoba stood, pushing the kit out of reach of Kuro and hurrying out the cell. The green haired male only chuckled and shook his head. "Poor idiot got so scared, he left his little medical kit here. Eh, he'll realize he's missing it." The angel gave a smirk and looked in the cell. "Heh, I hope you enjoyed the only visit you'll ever get." The red haired guard chuckled and glanced to see a lot of the scars and wounds healed up. 

"Poor sap tried his hardest. At least he got the minor injuries healed."

"Yeaaaah, and that's probably the best he can do." The green haired angel stretched his arms and wings before he leaned back on the wall next to the cell.

Soon enough, Aoba returned with a small basin of warm water, with the towel from his shoulder now in the tub. The guards looked fairly surprise, and watched him walk by in silence. He stood in front of the cell door, waiting for the guards to open it. Each gave each other a look mixed with confusion and curiosity, but the redhead opened the door. Aoba walked in, kicking his kit back to where it was suppose to be, and he rested back on his towel, sitting the basin right next to them. 

"It's warm, so you don't freeze...um, but you're filthy." He looked down at, the water for moment, slightly expecting a harsh or upset comment. "Your wounds won't heal if I just wrap you up so..." Aoba gently pushed the heavy basin forward. "Here you go." With that, Aoba decided it was in his place to move out of his way, so he scooted backwards in order to turn his back to him. "Um, also, I understand if you want privacy. I'll leave if you want me to...or I'll keep my back turned." The little angel looked down at the floor, ignoring the guards' gazes inside. "If you need any help just- just say so."