Aoba looked up to see a key chain fall in his lap. "Hm?" He picked it up carefully and then slipped it on when he was told it was to help. Aoba would need all the help he could get. Eventually, he returned to cleaning his wings. Soon enough, he started to realize that they grey on him was just his wings. He heaved a sigh before standing up slowly. "That won't happen every day will it?" As he asked, he wearily looked out the window to see if the demons were out there. Who knew if they'd come back again. Though with those injuries, he knew they weren't going to be doing anything for awhile. 

At the thought of them attacking at night, made him shiver. "Um, Kuro?" He looked down at his new necklace as he spoke.  His fingers went over the stone in curiosity. [I]'How will a charm help me? Oh well.'[/I] "Do you.  . . Do you want to stay inside?" He remembered he was suppoose to be angry with Kuro, but it was really hard to do that. He was taught things life forgive and forget. It was hard to break those habits. 

"I don't know where you'd sleep, but I guess. . . It's only fair that you do, since you saved me and all." He gave a small shrug before looking up at Kuro. He wanted to assure protection, but it was hard to think he'd stay on the roof all the time. And knowing he was closer would help ease him. Although, after a scare like that, he didn't think he'd be sleeping much for the night. 

Aoba went to check on the downstairs. Everything was still in tact... except for the door. He raised am eyebrow, but only assumed that it was for the best. Aoba walked into the kitchen getting the apple he had saved. It had been sometime,  and he realized the priest was right about the hunger thing. [I]'This will be a pain.'[/I] He sighed and looked around the empty house. "I wonder when that stuff is suppos to be here. . ."