Kuro feels a little discouraged as the light in his cell becomes lower and lower, the possibility of his pet angel showing up looking like much less of a sure thing with every passing minute. Even the guards seem to be a little confused, looking to one another curiously. [i]'I wonder if he gave up? Did I scare him off with that last kiss, or when I showed off my fangs? No, he looked happy on his way out, and he's not the kind of guy to be able to hide his emotions all that well'[/i] He begins humming softly, the light tune making the guards turn to him for second before going back to ignoring him. When at last he hears those now familiar footsteps approaching he sits up a little straighter, falling silent as he waits with a little smile on his lips.

However when the female guard opens the door for the small angel his smile falls and is replaced by a look of confusion. His eyes narrow as a small hand rises to wipe at his face and Kuro instantly recognizes the fact that the boy has been crying. [i]'But why? Did the sudden request to treat me again make my words from before really sink in, or is it some other-what is that smell?'[/i] His thoughts are interrupted as Aoba comes to sit in front of him. He ignores the boy's request an instead tries to figure out just what it is that he's smelling. [i]'I don't think I've smelled this on him before, but somehow it smells familiar. But where could it be from. . . '[/i] Then it hits him.

Glancing to make sure the guards can see his actions from behind the little angel's drooping wings Kuro reaches out and gently runs a thumb over the trails of dried tears on the little angel's cheeks. Bringing his hand back he holds his thumb under his nose and breathes in carefully. [i]'That's it'[/i] Now understanding the overwhelming sad feeling from the boy Kuro reaches out and just as gently as when he's touched him before he lifts Aoba's face with a finger under his chin. His eyes are rather kind looking and a sad smile is on his lips. “I thought I recognized that smell. You were watching, weren't you Little Mouse?” His finger rides from his chin down his jaw before he pulls it back and presses the heel of his palm against the little one's forehead. 

“It's hard to see the wrath of your father take form, isn't it?” He murmurs softly, a true note of pity in his voice. He of course is speaking of the god that created all angels to be his hands, his will. Kuro remembers the first time his own father had failed him. He was barely a few years old and was being tortured by one of his older siblings. Kuro had tried to run and hide behind his father, something he'd never tried before. However Satan had just kicked him away, right into his sibling's grasp and turned his back on what was happening to him. It wasn't until years later that he realized that that was not an unusual response for a demon parent, but even after learning that, his father had still lost his faith in his eyes. He lets his hand drop as he waits quietly for the little one to respond.