Raising an eyebrow Kuro slows slightly in his consumption as he notices Aoba pause, shivering. [i]'Well, that is interesting. He's been being stared at all day, and it's like, suddenly, he finds it disturbing. . .Or at least that's what I'm guessing at right no, since there are no drafts in he-. . . . .Oh, wait, I don't feel Dani staring at me. . . .Now I do. . . .'[/i] Kuro rolls his eyes as his brother begins actually paying closer attention to Aoba and himself, but goes back to chowing down at full speed so they can head home soon. Aoba too seems to get over the chill of being scrutinized by his older brother and continues with him meal moments later.

Kuro relaxes back into the bench as he finishes eating, a mild smile on his lips at the feeling of food in his belly. He just sits back and relaxes, watching Aoba eat in comfortable silence for now. He perks up however when a half eaten plate of fries is pushed his way, and moments later, they too vanish into the black hole that is Kuro's stomach. When the waitress walks over, he holds up a hand to show that he too needs nothing more. She nods, laying down the bill on the table. [i]'Not the most chatty waitress in the world. I'll count my blessings there, as the good book says'[/i] He knows that teasing one of the good things taught by “The Good Book” is in poor taste, but with all he's be telling Aoba about it, he can't help the little jab.

Setting down enough for the bill and a two dollar tip Kuro stands, and snakes an arm out to hold Aoba gently. He can still feel the eyes of his brother on him, but as they step outside, the feeling vanishes and Kuro lets out a long sigh. [i]'Well good, now we don't have to walk home. There is no way I'm going to be caught with my wings out around Dani. If there is one saving grace to him being the stalker, it's that he always forgets that he has them out. It makes kicking his ass easy'[/i] Sliding his hand up he ruffles the hair on the back of Aoba's head before grabbing his hand and pulling him off to a darkness around the corner of an antiques shop. “Now to home and a nice bath.” He murmurs softly, wrapping his arms once more around the angel's waist. 

The trip back to the farm is likewise short and uneventful, but as they draw close Kuro can feel eyes once more upon him. He growls lightly, but sensing no hostile intent, for the moment at least, he decides to not bring it up with his Little Mouse just yet. Instead he drops down into the back yard near the tub and begins humming softly as he lets the angel go and begins getting the bath ready. Sliding the big wooden cover he smiles at the sight of a fairly clean interior, and with a few sweeps of his hand he cleans it entirely. “Well, this should be fun. Hey, Little Mouse,” He turns to look at the angel, “there should be a pipe laying around here, most likely between the tub and the house. Could you dig it out for me? I need to grab the firewood.”