Turning off the stove Kuro's head tilts to the side, listening to the sound of the angel in the bathroom. He lets himself fantasize for a moment before pulling the food out of the oven and setting it on the sill behind the sink to cool. Spotting Dani off in the grass whipping around at the smell he motions for the smaller demon to head inside, and keep his hands off the cobbler. [i]'Knowing him he would just snatch it off the sill and swallow it whole, grabbing up all of it rather than just his portion'[/i] He rolls his eyes at the image of Dani coated in apple cobbler before turning to look at the stairs, watching Aoba come into view.

Looking the angel over he gives him an approving nod, appreciating the way the clothes seem to suit him despite his natural attire being far different. [i]'Even thought I still keep imagining him in his robes, and they just felt right, these clothes fit him near perfectly. Perhaps, some day, when I have time, I can get some practice in with a needle and thread and make him some farmer style robes. I already know how sewing works, so it shouldn't bee too hard. After all, I plan on mending his clothes anyways. . .I really have turned into a house wife. . .And I'm not. . .'[/i] His thoughts trail off, not really willing to finish that last one just yet. “It's apple cobbler. Plenty of natural sugars for energy, and the crust will help with filling your stomach for a while.”

Wandering over to Aoba, wiping his hands on a hand towel tucked into his pants like an apron. Gripping the back of Aoba's head he places a soft kiss on his forehead, saying softly, “Good morning, Little Mouse. . .” Giving the young one a smirk he wanders back into the kitchen, pulling out the towel and throwing it on the counter before Dani sees it and spends the entire morning pointing out what Kuro has already concluded in his head. [i]'Last thing I need is him in the mood to get on my nerves. Dani can be a real pain with nothing more than his mouth and one good bit of material when he wants to be. . .Speak of the demon'[/i] Kuro turns to looks at his big brother, giving him a faint nod in greeting before turning his attention on to the cobbler.

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Having had a busy morning, Fenrir had not a moment to spare a glance at the mirror, keeping it locked safely in his desk while he dealt with one emergency after another. A clash had taken place in the wee hours of the morning and had left several angels in critical condition. At the time he'd thought it very strange, the demon activity not really being high as of late, but as he thinks back in it all, he concludes that it has been rising steadily since. . . . “Since we captured the son. . .Kuro. . .” he says aloud with a long sigh, collapsing back into his desk chair. The door to his office swings closed moments later, and without really thinking about it he unlocks the drawer holding the mirror and pulls out the wrapped bundle.

[i]'But we lost him, he's back on earth. Did he. . .Not tell anyone that he's back? That's not possible. Aoba has definitely been attacked, and he would not have killed his own kind. . .would he? Being so kind to Aoba. . .'[/i] As the mirror comes into focus the arch angel can feel both his muscles tense, and his heart relax at the sight before his eyes. The demon is in the kitchen, grabbing something, looks to be food, off the windowsill, and the other one, the smaller one, is sitting calmly on the couch with a wide childish smile on his lips. His head tilts to the side a bit at the sight of Aoba in such colors, the outfit not suiting him whatsoever, however Fenrir knows he's a little prejudice and tries to consider the fact that at least he's not dressed in black. [i]'Not just yet at least'[/i] He eyes the gray wings, a look of strong sorrow crossing his features as he continues to watch the little fallen angel interact with the demons.

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Grabbing up the cobbler Kuro wanders into the living room, portioning the dish out into the bowels as evenly as he can before plopping the pan the sink and returning to the living room. Electing to take the floor seat this time, the taller demon keeps a close eye on his brother as he begins eating.