The angel in the center of the room barely noticed the new presence. She was busy at work, creating a new mirror. Thankfully, she wasn't busy enough to ignore the medic angel that came in. As she pulled out the perfectly shaped mirror using her tools, her eyes met Fenrir, who was looking at one of the mirrors. "Oh, what a surprise. How can I help you?" Normally, ones that walked in obviously needed something done for their mirrors or they were in need of one in general. But seeing as Jezebel had never seen Fenrir around this part of the place, she assumed he might have needed a little more help.

"I just," Fenrir pulled out the mirror he possessed, staying calm as he could. This was his only chance. Any slip now could have resulted in the mirror being taken from him or worse, him being accused of a crime. Someone walked past, making him freeze. Though, fortunately that angel was also in too much of a hurry to care. He held up the mirror as he continued. "I was just wondering if you had time to add sound in this mirror." The female angel across from him set her tools down and walked over to take the mirror in his hands. She didn't bother to glance inside to see who he wanted to listen to. Whoever it was, was important to Fenrir and that was his business. Either way, her business required the back of the mirror in the first place. 

No one ever paid much attention to the backs of the mirrors, so people didn't really notice the different, small detailed designs on them. Designs to others, but an encryption for Jezebel, her fingers touched the design causing it to glow faintly. "It's one of the easier parts. Especially with smaller mirrors." The angel informed. In a sense, it was as if she was unlocking the mirror through the encryption. It took less than three minutes to do. While Fenrir waited, he glanced over at the mirrors that were propped up and then the ones on the shelves. 

Most of them only showed his reflection, but others, he could catch glimpses of humans going about their daily lives. They weren't being tormented by demons or beasts. . . They were normal. Why couldn't Aoba be like that? Why couldn't he live a normal life?

"Here you go. All nice and done. Just give it time to adjust and register. It'll probably take," She took a quick glance at the screen, noticing a farm, before handing it back. "A lot of space, so it'll take some time to adjust." Fenrir stayed calm, even more so when Jezebel didn't notice the picture clearly. 

"Thank you. I appreciate it." He nodded and started to leave. The female angel went back to her large pot and then tilted her head a little. Something wasn't right about that farm. . . Maybe she was just imagining things. 

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They finally were at the end, and he happily moved off to the side and out of the way for Kuro to finish it up. He patted the beast's side and then sat on the ground. "That was a lot of work." He mumbled and glanced over at Dani. He was petting Dicxson and it appeared he was about to take the harnesses off. Well, until Kuro called him. Aoba's wings visibly slumped downward and he sighed. "Well. . . I can do it." He started, though it was obvious that he really didn't want to.

Dani rolled his eyes and flicked the angel on the back of the head. The action earned a surprised 'ow' from Aoba. "If you're going to lie, at least sound believable." The angel rubbed the back of his head and pouted a little, but stayed quiet. "Obviously the toy here doesn't want to. Just finish it. Besides, I already started removing the harness off of Dicxson." He rolled his eyes before walking back and doing what he said he started. Aoba's nose wrinkled a bit, but he stayed seated on the ground. Dicxson decided to lower his head and nudge the angel, pushing him forward a little.