Aoba shifted in the line and faced forward. His eyes stayed on everything but the humans staring at them. Why they were staring, he had no idea. Could they sense the demonic aura or something? That couldn't be right. These humans weren't elderly or young children. Their eyes spoke for them. Some were judging with skepticism and hate for something Aoba didn't do. Others were genuinely curious. Maybe because it was a small place and it seemed everyone knew each other. When they were at the front of the register, Aoba moved farther down so Kuro could talk to the woman and pay for the things. "Because you can't just take stuff." He mumbled to himself as if a reminder that they couldn't take things and go. 

He ended up standing near a male who was putting the groceries in bags. at the question, he noticed the two types of bags on the side... Plastic looked better. And Kuro chose plastic. He met eyes with the bagger again, this time returning a shy smile. The look in his eyes were completely different from the other humans. Before he could figure it out, Kuro turned his attention to his work. When the bagger was done, Aoba gave a polite smile and picked up two of the bags before Kuro got the majority of them. "Thank you." The bagger smiled and seemed to fumble over a proper 'you're welcome' before Aoba followed Kuro out. 

The cool air was gone, and they were back in the heat. Aoba had almost forgot about the warm air and his growing fatigue. At the question, the fallen angel glanced up. "Well, I don't want to be a burden or anything. . . We can walk. I don't mind." It wasn't his favored option, but it would have prevented Kuro from carrying groceries along with himself. Aoba could walk, he was sure of himself. He had energy, and being cooled down helped so it was all fine. He remembered which way to go so he turned down the right path and led the way to the house.