"I think he likes me." Aoba smiled and then watched as Kuro pulled him away. He began to use his magic to create the materials necessary, and Aoba watched as Dicxson moved around in protest every once in awhile. He didn't realize he was holding his hands together really tight behind his back. This subconscious act was probably because even though he didn't admit it, Aoba still longed for his healing magic. Maybe the act would squeeze at least a drop of magic out of his hands. Eventually, he did let go and focused more on Kuro's words. 

Being told that he was going to have to do it surprised him a little. [I]'Well, I did ask to do things myself. . .'[/I] Trying to be independent so much must have led Kuro to just hand him the responsibilities. [I]'Man, this will be a lot of work. . .'[/I] His mental distresses made him sigh gently, but other than that, he looked eager to begin. Kuro explained how to go about handling the animal and what he was supposed to do. This part, of course Aoba paid close attention. He didn't want to screw up the task too bad. 

With a nervous sigh, Aoba takes a step closer to Dicxson and grabs the reins. They had an odd feeling to them probably because they were made from demon magic, but he ignored it to focus on his task. He held tight to it and stood behind the plow. His nervousness showed as he held onto the plow after putting the reins around him. "Alright. We can do this Dicxson. Shouldn't be too, too bad right?" He received some sort of huff from the creature, and assumed that meant it okay. He stared at that reins for a moment before giving Dicxson the go to start moving. Almost immediately, the creature went forward, jerking Aoba and the plow with him. Somehow, he managed to only stumble and not fall face first on the ground. "Nyah! S-Slow down!" He pulled on the reins making Dicxson reel back before slowing down. . . Well at least they were still in a straight line. . ?

Aoba sighed and then adjusted the plow, trying to keep it balanced while leading as well. "It's okay, only the first try. . ." He mumbled and then looked backwards. He didn't plow anything, but it was okay considering he managed to at least stay in a straight line. . . Sort of. Baby steps. Aoba focused on getting Dicxson to walk straight first. Like a curious puppy, he started wandering every which way making Aoba have to tug at the reins in order for him to go the other way.