Despite Aoba's thoughts on the matter, Kuro does send out a silent thanks to Fenrir, albeit a rather begrudging one. [i]'Thanks for keeping me alive, you tight ass pencil pusher. And thanks for sending me this little gift here too'[/i] He smiles at Aoba's back as he runs off to get what Kuro asked for. Eying the guards a bit he lets out a sift sigh. [i]'The only disadvantage to these new Peace Keeper guards it the utter lack of amusement when we're alone. At lease the other two picked their noses and stuff, providing me with something to look at'[/i] Kuro's tongue runs out across his lips as he waits patiently for Aoba to return. Having had nothing to eat since before he arrived in heaven, the prospect makes his stomach rumble for the first time since his arrival.

His nose twitches as a bouquet of delectable smells comes within range, even before he hears the kids laden approach. [i]'Oh wow, that smells like at least six different kinds!'[/i] He doesn't even try to hide his excitement as the food comes into view, his eye alight and practically sparkling. He gives Aoba a vague nod and a murmured “That's fine Little Mouse” before picking up a huge plump orange and sinking his teeth into it. The bitter skin gives way to the fresh, if a little sweet for his tastes, inner pulpiness full of delectable juices. His cutting teeth slice right through it all like butter and in less than ten seconds he's eaten the entire thing whole.

A light groan finds it's way out of his throat, having downed the entire thing in three bites, seeds and all. The feeling of the fruit hitting his stomach is actually quite painful, it having gone so long without anything in it, but that doesn’t stop him from quickly downing a second orange, followed by an apple. Leaving nothing, not even he stem of the apple, he lets out a long sigh as he feels a bit of his strength return. He keeps his energy down however as to not alert the guards. “Thank you Little Mouse, this will help my recover my blood most efficiently.” He smiles softly but sadly. “However my skin is another matter, but it's the best you can do, and I am grateful.” Picking up a couple Kiwi he scarfs them down politely in two bites each, the hairs tickling his throat on the way down. Stretching out on his side he hums softly. “I need more, but if I eat any more I'll toss it all back up. My stomach was empty for too long to be able to eat all I need without it all coming back up.” He smiles up at Aoba, waiting for treatment.