Kuro can not hold back a chuckle as Aoba asks him about his tight wad comment. “Ah, well, some foolish humans have these views of the world that make them overreact to things that are perfectly natural. Mostly because this one huge storybook a bunch of old fat guys put together a long time ago from a bunch of different people's journals. They try to pass it off as the “Word of God”, but in all honesty, it's just this big book full of both good and bad ideas that the church uses to control people's lives.” As the truck place comes into view Kuro leans in closer to whisper to Aoba.

“See that guy there? He thinks that us being so close to one another is inappropriate, even though angels quite often act the same way with one another. It's not wrong, but some guy way back when thought it was weird so they put it in that book I was talking about.” He chuckles again and squeezes Aoba's hip gently as he stands strait once more. When they are at last within speaking distance Kuro greets the large man, doing his best to hide his distaste for the other's large figure. [i]'Lay off the Oreos dude!'[/i] “Hello sir, we just came from the hardware store, just down the street, and the cashier says you're the man to see about getting our stuff delivered to my dear friend's farm.”

The elderly looking male nods, spitting off the side of his little porch. “Well, that's just spiffy. Well, like I said, our order is down at the store, and they are gathering it as we speak. I said I would send you right over. Oh, and my friend's farm. . .I don't know the address, but it's the first one on the left heading east out of town.”

At this the old man raises an eyebrow. “I din' know anyone moved in t' the old Burbag place. . .” His tone is neutral, but it's obvious by the roughness that he's a life long smoker. 

Kuro smiles wide. “Well, now you do! Would you like to discuss price now, or after?”

He spits again. “Afer'. Price depen's on how long th' haul takes, and the work t' unload.” The demon nods at this, a very sound way to run a business in his opinion. 

“Very well. We have a little more shopping to do, then we'll be walking back. Shouldn't be more than an hour before we get back. I'm sure it will take at least that long for this whole business, so, we'll see you there!” Kuro's false cheery disposition would be obvious to anyone who's known him for more than an hour and he prays Aoba doesn't hold it against him for any reason. [i]'It's not like my lying to these people, I'm just using them the way they expect to be used! Things go so much easier if they think you're not an ass. . .I am an ass, but they don't need to know that'[/i]

With a light shrug Kuro tips his head towards the man before leading Aoba away towards the earnest cheap clothing store. Behind him the old man shakes his head and spits one last time before heading inside, yelling to one of his workers to get the truck ready. Giving Aoba another squeeze as they walk in the front door he motions to the racks dotting the floor. “Care to fins something you like Little Mouse?”