Aoba hid. That was all he could do. It would at least slow them down. He heard the cursing outside the door and panicked. He quickly ran up the steps and looked around for a place to hide. His heart raced, feeling impending doom if he didn't find safety. Into his room he went, and then to the dusty closet. He covered his mouth and nose to refrain from coughing. He curled up in the corner, trying to stay as still as possible. [I]'That was too close. Too close. Too close![/I] His small frame shook, but even as fearful as he was, he worried about Kuro. He saw all three of those demons, and one was fairly large. He resembled some of the warrior angels in physique. So, he decided to be risky. 

He didn't hear the demons rummaging through his new house, trying to find him. The creaky floors would have gave them away. So, quietly, he crawled out of the closet, staying as silent as possible- being a "little mouse". He peeked through the curtain of the nearest window to see Kuro in action. The bloody massacre made him pale. The blood wasn't the issue, he dealt with blood all the time- but the way Kuro handled each of them, made him cower away. The second demon that was attacked was too close to the door to see, so Aoba only managed to see gauging of flesh and eyes before he ran back to the closet. 

This time he couldn't control the soft coughing as he inhaled some of the dust in there, but he hurried to get himself together, not knowing where the third had gotten to. The roaring only made him quiet down faster. He didn't know who it belonged to and it sounded menacing. Hearing  footsteps made Aoba curl up tighter. [I]'Pleasepleaseplease...'[/I] Kuro's voice rang out and Aoba flinched, soon relaxing at the familiarity. [I]'They're gone? He...stopped them all?'[/I] Slowly, but surely Aoba crawled out of the closet and coughed again. 

The angel was covered in dust from head to toe. He stood, dusting himself off as best as he could. As he did, he looked out and towards the bathroom. "A-Are you okay?" His voice was a bit shaky as he focused on calming down. He didn't bother walking to the bathroom, not really wanting to see the mess that Kuro said he was. Instead, he sat on the floor of his room and looked at his dirty wings. It was hard to tell what was dust and whay was just his new gray feathers, so he quietly began to dust them off.