Even as Kuro tenses underneath the angel, the elbow to the back making it impossible to breath, a small smile still finds it's way to the demon's lips. Over Green's rough voice he can hear the little angel's cries. Calling out for them to stop, trying to protect him despite everything. [i]'What a trooper you are Little Mouse'[/i] The sweet little sounds of him shouting out for his sake keeps the smile on his lips even after he's gone and a sharp kick to his midsection empties the air from his lungs in a rush. Kuro actually thanks the angel mentally about the kick. It keeps him from snapping out another comeback that was sure to get him more than the little roughhousing from a moment ago.

With a huff Green leaves the cell, Red following soon after. “Look what you did. That mess in there isn't going to clean itself up you know.” Red grumbles to his partner.”

“We'll just say that filth did them himself and we just left him to lay in his own mess. Besides, it wasn't that much water, it'll dry up soon. When they take him out tomorrow we'll just have one of the palace staff come in and clean it up.” Green explains reasonably. Red looks a little dubious over lying but after a few seconds he lets out a sigh and nods, agreeing to go along with the story.

Inside the cell Kuro lay still, half curled around his stomach on instinct. The wet filthy water against his skin feels a little gross, but he's been around worse so he is able to ignore it for the most part. Instead he focuses on getting his breathing even once more. He can tell the bandaged on his back are slightly out of place, but doesn't have the motivation to try and fix it. [i]'After all, they may have healed me today, but the guards themselves say I'm going for another session, right on schedule tomorrow'[/i] He grumbles a little, the faint muttering sounds not enough to catch the guards' attention. One hand inches it's way forward and he begins playing with the water while he waits for a modicum of his strength to return.

Time passes and eventually night in heaven falls, casting the cell in a faint blue light. Red and Green are replaced by two new angels, but these he's discovered have no interest in hassling him, so Kuro leaves them alone in kind. The night allows him to relax a little bit more, the evening light far less harsh to his senses. About an hour after sundown he manages to push himself slowly into a sitting position against the back wall. The guards turn to watch him move, but as soon as the see what he's doing they turn back around. He watches them for several minutes before reaching slowly behind him to pull out his prize. 

The lone white feather seems to have a glow all it's own in the dim light and he just stares at it for a time. It's combs are parted in a few places so after a while he reaches up to smooth them out. Soon it's looking as good as new. [i]'You're still connected to him, I can tell. So it's true'[/i] He sighs softly. [i]'Even after these things fall out they remain connected to their angel, a little bit of their life still in it. I've head of my kin finding dropped angel feathers down on earth and being grossed out because they still had their heavenly glow. I've always wondered if they were pulling my leg. . .'[/i] He runs his fingers gently over and over the soft thing, even after all the combs are perfectly in place. He spends well over an hour just amusing himself with the feather before he decides to hide it away, not wanting his prize to be taken away so soon after claiming it.

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[i]'They must still be mad over yesterday's kissing incident'[/i] Kuro surmises as he is quite literally thrown into his cell by his guards. He lands hard on his back, thrown that way on purpose he has no doubt, knocking the wind out of him. Green comes in after him moments later and snaps his shackle in place, giving it a harsh twist so it cuts into his flesh. “Just tell'em what they want to know, filth, so I can get out of this stupid guard duty.”

“Ah, yes, of course, how inconsiderate of me.” Kuro manages to gasp out. “I am so sorry to inconveniencing you, what was I thinking?” The sarcasm hangs thick in his throat, earning him a quick stomp to his chest. The action grinds his already sore back into the ground as well, the fresh splits in the bandages grinding his new open wounds into the ground. The only saving grace for the moment is that, true to his scheme, the green haired angel had indeed gotten the cell cleaned while he was gone. [i]'So glad I'm not adding dirt and dried blood to these things. That would be embarrassing should the Little Mouse show up again to treat me. “I'm sorry, I tried to keep it clean, but I failed on account of some oafs thinking that I asked them to grind dirt into them!” Yeah, that'd work'[/i] 

As he lay there sprawled out on his back he really does wonder if he'll get treatment again today. His wounds aren't as bad, but then again, his old ones were nowhere near healed either. His back is still on fire with pain, and with several new strikes having shredded the bandages he sure it looks a mess back there. The new wounds would have no doubt soaked the remaining bandages, making them beyond useless.