"Really? They made a book. . . Maybe I should read it." Though, by the sound of it, it didn't seem too accurate. Why would the guy be so upset? "He looks mean." Was his only response to what Kuro had said. Sure to demons and angels, the two being so close togethet may have seemed inappropriate, but humans didn't know what they were. It was another one of those things to ponder over about humans. They were such odd things, and yet angels watched over them and demons played with them, as it was his interpretation. 

When they're in range to speak, the first thing he noticed was Kuro's rather chipper demeanor all of a sudden. He wondered what the male was doing, but decided to just watch how it played out. The next thing he noticed was the elderly man's constant spitting. It made Aoba wrinkle his nose in distaste. Without realizing it, he spoke out when he did it the second time. "That's disgusting." His eyes met the old man's and they narrowed making the angel step back some. It looked as though he had some choice words about what Aoba said, but he decided to focus on Kuro who was negotiating business. 

The little angel stayed silent for the rest of the negotiation and hurriedly followed Kuro away from the 'Jerry' person. "Find something to wear..." He examined all the clothes, including the old ones he had borrowed from the house. He had been so used to wearing robes. The only other attire he had seen before were the warrior angel's armor. He spotted a few things that caught his attention, only looking at them. 

"Help?" Aoba stood on his toes to look over a rack clothes and to Kuro. "I don't know what would...look nice." He went back to looking down at the clothes. He was in the men's section at least, so it was a step. Then he noticed the sizes on each tag. He assumed his size and tried to narrow things down from there, but that was harder than it seemed.