The mouse sits behind his silently for a few minutes without doing anything, and Kuro wonders what he's up to. [i]'I swear if he slaps me on the back for fun those guards won't be able to save him him before I tear that cute little face off'[/i] Knowing very well that it is exactly what one of his sisters is more likely to do than an angel does not stop him from peeking over his shoulder to make sure he's not planning anything devious. However devious seems to be the furthest thing from his mind as the little guy leans in and whispers to him before rushing out of the cell. He eyes the med kit, wondering if there's anything to amuse himself with while the boy is gone, however after flexing his back a bit he decides not to even try. [i]'Yeah, too much trouble'[/i]

Listening tot he guards talk Kuro wonders for a minute if they are right, if he just ran off. [i]'Nah, that thing is too pure for something like that. I don't think he'd lie to save his life. Maybe someone else, but not his own'[/i] Feeling odd at putting so much faith in an angel of all things Kuro shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers over a few of his healed wounds. [i]'They are right about one thing though, he did do a good job. These old ones are basically gone, and the newer ones aren't in danger of opening again. All except. . .'[/i] He flinches again as pain radiates through his back. That wound isn't going to go away for quite some time. He lifts his head slightly at the sound of someone approaching and turns in time to see the bewildered looks on his guards' faces.

[i]'Haha, I win the bet we never made'[/i] he thinks, watching the red head slide the key in the lock, sliding the door aside once it's unlocked. The clink of the basin on stone draws his attention from the curious guards down to the lightly lapping water. He stares at it for a moment, listening to the angel without looking at him. When he pushes it closer then moves away a smile creases his lips and Kuro lets out a sigh. “Yeah, thanks for the privacy, not that I'd mind you watching. It's those peeping toms over there that I'm more worried about. They might just kill me out of jealously.” The green haired one flares up again but this time the red head warns him off. Rolling his eyes at the display Kuro reaches over and carefully picks up the towel, doing his best to wring it out one handed.

It's slow going, the joints in his shoulder and writs still very sore from being hung for so long so often. There hadn’t been a days rest between interrogations and he's sure by the end of next week they are both just going to pop out of socket and stay there. When it comes to his legs he stretches them out as carefully as possible, but a few growls still find their way out at the ache in them. First laying on the cold floor, then having them folded against the hard stone with his weight pressing into them leaves them rather abused feeling. [i]'This is nothing compared to my back, but man, I hate sore joints. . .'[/i] He does his best to reach every part of his legs but after a good half an hour he gives up on the backs of his thighs. 

Throwing the towel into the basin, turning the water quickly a sickening mix of gray and red, Kuro calls out to the small angel. “I obviously cant get my back and would likely just end up tearing it up more back there, so you come over hear and deal with the mess your kin made of it.” Turning slowly to the side he mutters, “M'too tired to keep sitting up right now” And with that he lays down face down, parallel to the wall opposite the little angel. “Oh, and if you're serious about helping, I could get to all of my legs, so have at it. . .” His voice grows lower, softer as he lets out a long sigh. “And don't worry about the cold. I like the cold. . . .” From the door he hears one of the guards ask the other what Kuro had said, but neither of them could hear him properly.