"The floor doesn't sound very comfortable, but I won't argue." Aoba mentioned as he walked down the steps. There was an audible sigh of relief knowing that he didn't have to have near death experiences everyday. [I]'What a world to live in...'[/I] And unfortunately for him, he was stuck there.  By now, Aoba was leaning against a chair in the kitchen and nibbling on the apple. He looked up curiously at Kuro seeing only his eyes then leaned forward to see the door. "I live in the middle of nowhere apparently. Why must anyone need to visit?" 

His soft frustration turned into a smile when Father Gerard walked in. "Oh, it's wonderful to see you! I was just wondering when all that stuff would be getting here." His eyes follow the priest's to the kit and then noticed the look of concern. "Don't worry, they were just a few cuts and splinters I got. Kuro healed them though." He smiled lightly and pointed to the demon as he said his name. He wasn't aware of their little talk before. "And earlier, there was a fight. . . But Kuro took care of it." 

The priest chuckled and once more looked at the demon, even laughing when he made the evil face. He glanced over at Kuro with a small smirk before returning his attention back to Aoba. "It seems the demon is quite useful, no? And I was beginning to think you wouldn't like the help." This made Aoba blush lightly and look down at his apple. The angel had to put up with the facts that he wouldn't survive alone and he didn't like being alone, so Kuro was welcomed to stay. Even though he apparently didn't plan on leaving. "Well, I've come to relay the message that your things will arrive in the morning. So you don't have to survive off of. . . Apples." Which he was sure Kuro got for him. 

[I]'I wonder what this demon is getting out of doing all this for the the angel .' [/I] The priest wanted to ask, but he wasn't sure the demon wouldn't be willing to tell.