Kuro stands back from the rooms a bit, knowing he's being a little mean by not telling him about the key thing, but he just can't pass up the opportunity. [i]'After all, once he gets use to the human realm, stuff like this won't happen any more. I should enjoy his dopiness as long as I can'[/i] His hand comes up to cover his mouth, hiding the smile and subsequent silent chuckle as the lady inside the last stall snaps at him. [i]'He's so adorable when blushing'[/i] His hand falls as he admires the soft red color spreading across the angel's cheeks. He lets out a sigh a moment later however when a sales clerk opens one of the stalls for him with her key. [i]'Ruining my fun. . . .'[/i]

Once Aoba vanishes into the dressing rooms Kuro takes a sat on a bench for trying on shoes near to them so he doesn't have to stand while he waits. He's pleasantly surprised when Aoba pops out the first time to show off his shirt. [i]'Sweet, I get my own little fashion show. You sure know how to treat a guy Little Mouse'[/i] He gives a few thumbs us, and even a few cat calls when it comes to the faded jeans, and he chuckles as Aoba takes them in stride, not being deterred from his mission of finding some good clothes.

After the last pair of pants Kuro grabs up some good work boots he's sure will fit the little angel, he'd been eying them in between each little show, and stands up to wait for Aoba to exit. When the little angel comes out with his huge armload of clothing, his big eye looking up at Kuro so innocently as he asks about food Kuro has to swallow hard not to give him a deep kiss. Instead he coughs lightly and takes the clothing from Aoba and makes his way up the the register silently. [i]'Yeah, my siblings would eat him alive, not to mention what that pack of Incubus that use to tail me all the time to try and catch me off my guard. He really is a treat, even for those who have no interest in him beyond seeing him as a different kind of prey'[/i] He sighs, paying the sales clerk and scooping up the bags full of clothes for the little angel.

Once outside he gives Aoba a warm smile and looks around. Pointing with one finger at a diner across the street he murmurs, “That should be good. You can order something and have them pack it up for you.” He gives Aoba a sympathetic look. “I know you're hungry, but we should start walking back to the farm as soon as possible. It's not too far from here, and I'm sure you can hold on long enough to get back.” His arms are preoccupied with the bags otherwise Kuro would give his little angel a hug. Instead he smiles a little wider and leads the way to the diner. Once inside he sets down the bag on the counter by the register and picks up a menu laying nearby. Opening it up he begins looking it over, motioning for Aoba to come over and look with him. “So, what do you feel like?”