Kuro can not help the playful smile that creases his lips at the sight of Aoba puffing up. [i]'Oh boy, now he's upset, but true to form, I bet he's not going to actually say what he's thinking. . .I can't stop finding the look so cute though. He's like an angry toad but far more adorable!'[/i] The long sigh followed by him rubbing his head however dims his mirth, a touch of true worry sparking inside. [i]'It's not good for you to bottle up your emotions on this plain of existence, especially if they've made parts of him more mortal I think. . .'[/i] He lets out a long sigh of his own, the amount of work piling up before him knocking the rest of his smile clear off his face, replacing it with a slightly exasperated expression. As Dani races off to the back yard Kuro moves in closer to the angel, listening to him intently while he keeps half an ear on the demon splashing around in the back yard.

Suddenly he blinks. [i]'Did. . . .did he just give me an order?'[/i] He perks up a bit with a smile at the thought, and no matter how he tosses the thought about, it keeps coming up as a positive thing. [i]'Wow, that's amazing. I didn't even have to train that into him. It's his house, and he's already setting down the rules. I guess I can look forward to a lot of baths in the future if I plan on spending any time inside'[/i] He chuckles softly and gives a little bow. “As you command, my lord.” His tone, while not entirely serious, is neither upset, nor mocking. If anything, it almost sounds genuine. He lets out a faint growl and shoves Dani right back before heading to the pump to get himself cleaned up as well. He's a bit wary about leaving those two alone, with the guarantee that Aoba is going to be touching Dani, however he leaves them none the less, resolving to clean up quickly as to not leave them alone too long.

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Fenrir skips over the parts he recognizes about their flight and maneuverability along with fighting capabilities and looks instead t the parts about behavior. He glances at the mirror, spotting the taller demon moving out of sight while the smaller one plops down like a dog in front of the angel. [i]'I wish I could hear what they are saying. That may alleviate some of this unease. . .'[/i] His eyes go back to the book on the left, his bottom lips going between his teeth as he reads. The habit is not one he's managed to train himself out of yet.

-Demons act on base animal instincts, killing and feeding almost like wild animals, unable to practice control at the lower levels. Higher level demons will often toy with their prey, for up to several days before feeding directly on their soul, the result being the death of the human. It is easy to recognize one being corrupted by a demon by their sudden change in personal habits and either shortened tempers, or depressed demeanor.-

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[i]'This is almost fun! Not only did I get to tear into Kurotama, but I got to get all up close and personal with the toy without it freaking out! I should fight with him more often if this is the kind of treatment I'm gonna get afterwords'[/i] He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I don't have healing powers. The brat does, but that's just because of his mother, and he sucks at them anyways.” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I [b]can[/b] burn serious wounds shut, but, nah, it's not like Kurotama could ever give me a wound [b]that[/b] bad, the wimp.” He chuckles, leaning back to reveal a long shallow claw mark running along his right calf. With a grin he flops to the side, putting both his legs in Aoba's lap as he lays back on the step, one arm going behind his head while the other drops to a lower step where he begins playing with the wood with his claws.

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The angel lets out a sigh, watching Aoba continue to treat the demon, not really seeing either of those symptoms. But then his mind goes back to the look on his face when he's turned to the sky and spooked the man a bit. [i]'He seemed a bit sad then, but I couldn't really read him all that well. I was too upset by what it appeared to be to see all that well. . .'[/i] With a huff he goes back to reading. Flipping to another book, this one supposedly a guide for new Guardian Angels, he sighs as the first page shows the sign of Satan's house. The picture takes up almost the whole page, with the words “If seen, do not engage” in bright bold red script. [i]'No duh, but that is exactly who he's with, so not help there'[/i] Flipping the page, he begins reading.