Aoba watched as Kuro examined the spot. He stood proudly for picking out the perfect place- well at least he thought it was. When Kuro accepted it, Aoba smiled more. His nose wrinkled slightly and he gently pushed Kuro's hand away. "You know, time isn't that necessary when you're immortal." He stuck his tongue out playfully and sighed. "Tomorrow, today, yesterday, it's all the same. I'll get used to it though." He moved behind Kuro to watch him sketch out the design. His hands rested on Kuro's shoulders so he could lean over him to see. 

He carefully listens to the instructions, not wanting to mess up anything while Kuro was watching. He didn't want Kuro having to help him with the task. Aoba was still determined to prove those angels wrong. Even if he wasn't with them anymore, he would prove to them that he could survive- even if it took a little help. His cheeks puffed a little and he nodded, moving off Kuro to begin. The angel followed him around as he made the holes in the ground, and just as he was told, he hammered the pillars in place and made sure they were sturdy. It was heavier than he expected, but with a series of pulling and dragging it while he flew, he managed to accomplish the task.

He moved more to the shade to watch Kuro cut the wood for him. He rubbed his cheeks, feeling them warmer than usual. He wiped his face and neck once more and then went over to start nailing the boards just like the little picture showed. He sat, humming to himself softly in full concentration. There were a few times he neared hurting himself, but he'd always move his hand only to receive a pinch or a scratch. He'd only shake his hand off and keep going. Aoba showed Kuro the pieces he was supposed to make, checking to make sure it was okay. After he did, Aoba would then go back and fix the ones he needed to or move on to the next. 

It was a lot easier and work went by much faster when he worked with Kuro to build the pen. Constantly, Aoba was lifting his sleeves up and then wiping at his face. When he finally finished helping Kuro, Aoba sighed heavily and laid on his back in the shade. He breathed deeply and looked up at the sky. [I]'So much...'[/I] "Kuro...this is the last thing right?" Not even Aoba's determination could make him power through an entire day's worth of work. The little angel finally gave in and laid there with his wings sprawled out. He rubbed his slightly reddened face, still feeling the heat against his skin.