Aoba couldn't help the small smile as Kuro subtly seemed to let her down easy. "Well I'm glad you ordered for me as well. I don't think I would have ever gotten my food." He teased and rested his arm on the counter and waited for their food. He watched the woman go, and shook his head lightly. "I don't have to know much about humans to know that she had a 'thing' for you." He laughed lightly, making no big deal of it. If people found him attractive, than they did. Not saying he wasn't, but Aoba didn't think it was his place to judge. He then found himself following Kuro back to their bags. Quietly, he sat on a bench, tapping his hands against his legs silently as he waited. Eyes started turning toward the two, more rather, on Kuro. It made Aoba uncomfortable no less. 

The demon's hand snake around his waist, and he looked at him. He was sitting still, there was no need for him to keep him close. What Kuro whispered made Aoba blink and flush lightly. "Aura? What aura?" He then thought it over and asked another. "What trouble would they cause?" [I]'I guess Kuro doesn't want the attention. I wouldn't blame him, they look so. . . Well, lust driven. But aren't demons like that too? Well, he's different. He's not trying to kill me that's for sure.'[/I] The server returned and Aoba walked over to retrieve the boxes so Kuro could carry the rest. He wasn't expecting the glare from the girl and instead of hiding behind Kuro, his look was just of confusion. He happily followed Kuro out, not wanting to be around the many frowns or glares as he was pulled near the demon as if it was a normal thing. 

"That sounds like a good idea." And soon enough, the two were walking back to the farm together. "Don't worry, I can wait." He said reassuringly. In the midst of their walk, Aoba shifted the boxes in his hands in order to roll his sleeves up. The sun seemed to be glaring straight down at the two. But, he did no type of complaining. Instead, he ended up unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and pulling down the collar more. When he did that, it was apparent that he was sweating. It was a gross feeling, so he ended up wiping it with his shirt sleeve. Even though he didn't complain, he still made faces to express his distaste. 

Thirty minutes or so had passed in a comfortable silence. There were the few times Aoba's stomach grumbled, but that was expected and he simply ignored it for the time being. The farm game to view, and sure enough the truck was there and unloading. "We have a lot of work to do." Aoba looked over all the things two males were unloading out the truck.