Kuro lets out a little chuckle. "When have you ever been a burden? It is for me to decide such things, silly Little Mouse.” He knows the angel will not take him seriously, but he feels the need to say it anyways. Setting up at a brisk pace at the smaller male's side he begins humming softly, going over all that still needs to be done, and randomly how those up in heaven are viewing his helping their little fallen wonder. [i]'I wonder if they consider it cheating that I'm helping him out with all this stuff. I mean, I'm making him do work, but with me around, there is no chance of failure, and a very small chance of getting killed. . .Do they even bother with the fallen after they fall? Hmmm. . . '[/i]

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Hopping up on to one of the posts of the newly made pig pen Dani bounces along them until suddenly turning and hopping atop the nearest pig. It squeals and tries to run, but Dani just hops on to the next one, bouncing around the pen until all the animals are running this way and that, making his noises of fear. With a grin he hops to the side, watching the madness for a while until they begin to settle, once more wandering around and scratching at the ground. [i]'Bored now. . .'[/i] Instead of moving on to the next animal to begin their torment he heads into the barn, popping up into the loft where he's carved out a place for himself the night before. 

Settling into the nest shaped hay fort he made himself he scrambles to the middle and brushes aside the hay so he can look down at the pregnant cow directly beneath him. For once, his mind is rather calm, his contemplation of the beast below while fairly complex, it remains linear, and free of his usual sporadic declarative indicative of his standard level of madness. “I've never been so close to life before Okaa.” He doesn't care what his brother and the toy will name her, if they ever do. He will simply call her “Mother”. The cow shifts at his voice, but mostly ignores the demonic gaze from above. “I mean, you have a baby in there, right? And when you give birth, that will be life, coming out into the world. . . .I've never seen that. . .Or even been near it for that matter. . . .I wonder what it will be like. . . .”

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Closing his door with a long sigh, Fenrir sits down at his desk, shaking his head softly.[i]'It was to be expected, and I do not blame them. After all, he is, in all likeliness. . .'[/i] The arch angel sets down a small flat rectangular package, about the size of both of his hands put together wrapped in white silk. He stares at it for a long time, lamenting the fact that, as Aoba's adviser, it had fallen to him to not only deliver the news, but to present the object to the young angel's parents. [i]'I never wanted this to happen, and had I known anything even remotely like this would come to be by this one careless order on my part, I would not have been so foolish. I would have stopped myself from treating him so foolishly'[/i]

He sighs as once again his eyes fall on to the silk wrapped object. A part of him desires strongly to unwrap it, and as his parents have chosen not to take it, he has every right. He is silent for many long minutes, staring at the object without really seeing it. He almost doesn't even notice his hand snaking out, only seeming to respond as his fingers curl around the ties holding the package closed. With a final sigh he gives the shiny white ribbon a tug and murmurs, “It is better to know, than to drive myself mad with wondering. Almost like magic the silk falls away as the tie is pulled and with a sift sound the cloth slides completely off the surface of the object inside.

The dark wood frame is painted with gold leaf, giving it a warm yet metallic quality, the object in the frame almost looking like a very blurry movie from it's place on the table. The object, is a soul mirror. This object is normally used by guardian angels to keep an eye on their targets, but over the years it became a tradition to present these mirrors to the families of fallen angels for them to keep an eye on their kin. However, after a time, it also became almost customary to turn down the mirror. It became quite clear that keeping an eye on their fallen family is far more painful than just hoping for the best in ignorance. However Fenrir has never been big on not knowing, so with faint trepidation he pulls the soul mirror in close, the object already keyed on to Aoba gaining focus as he takes the frame in hand.