Aoba wondered why he was being stared at forbthe brief amount of time he held the clothes. Was he not suppose to ask for food yet? Well, he could have waited but Aoba didn't want to only eat a bunch of apples. It wasn't filling after awhile. The demon took his clothes without answering, so Aoba just decided to wait. He didn't want to bother the other if he couldn't get anything. As he turned, it looked as though Kuro was composing himself. He started to offer to carry the bags, but Kuro was already walking out did. They paused and Kuro pointed to the diner they had passed by. Hearing that he'd have to pack his food, Aoba merely shrugged before walking across. 

"I don't mind. I'm not dying so it's okay." He keeps up with Kuro's pace and once he's inside the diner, he reaches to follow in pursuit of grabbing a menu, until Kuro tells them to share. Times were much easier when he was immortal. Things like wouldn't be a problem. But of course, he lost that title do to his innocent- and rather foolish actions. And despite all that from before, he was sitting with the demon that started it all. The thought made Aoba give Kuro a look of . . . Interest? Concern? It was hard to tell the right expression, but the expression faded as his eyes went down to the menu. [I]'I wonder if they can see me now... Of course they probably only hate me worse now. But, what's done is done. And... Kuro isn't so bad. Scary at times, but he's not so bad.'[/I] "Hey,  Kuro?" His eyes studied the menu as he spoke. "Do my wings look darker to you?" His voice had softened so the curious humans didn't overhear. 

Still, his eyes stayed fixiated on the menu, reading each one. Most of the stuff he used to eat were fruits. They were only used to replenish. The ones who did normally eat in vast amounts were the warrior angels, and they ate a lot. But even he would get tired of eating nothing but fruits all day. He pointed to the menu, pointing to a few on the breakfast side. But, was ultimately directed to the lunch/dinner side of the menu. The chefs didn't make breakfast after a certain time, so it would be a waste to let him go through it.

Aoba asked about some of the food, like what BLT stood for or what would be best to pack for the trip back home. He questioned what would taste better, and instead of getting a burger and fries, which seemed to be popular, he decided to go with the BLT. The amount of time it took for him to make a decision was long enough to give them a clear way to the front line. A young woman looked at Kuro, giving a small smirk and leaned against the counter. "And what can I do for you cutie?" Her demeanor seemed to change from the friendly and kind register lady to a more flirty and playful one. It seemed she had ignored Aoba completely as he stood there, examining the interaction with confusion and interest. 

[I]The human doesn't even know him, but at first glance has been put into some trance of adoration. How odd. I wondee what he'll do.[/I]