As Aoba searched around for clothes, he heard the two demons scuffling where he had just left. The fallen angel could only sigh as he folded and collected the clothes. As he walked down, it appeared that Kuro fixed the situation. Dani was laying on the couch with the towel on his lap. So, Aoba handed him the clothes, giving him space to dress. While he gets dressed, Aoba folds up Dani's towel and sets it on the arm of the couch. He listened to Kuro and Dani explain themselves and looked a little embarrassed, this time not with a blush. He had to remember, he was technically the odd one out in the group. Sheepishly, Aoba rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "It's not a problem. It was just. . . Unexpected. I'll get use to it. And sorry I couldn't get you anything that fit. Didn't have anything." Though, Aoba had to admit, Dani looked kind of adorable with oversized clothes on. 

Curiously, he watched as the underwear was flung. Kuro replied before Aoba could ask, not even bothered by the garments on his shoulders. "Oh. . . Well, wouldn't it make more sense to just wear the underwear and not the pants? I don't know. . . You guys do what you like. I'll keep up eventually." Aoba walked over and collected the garment off of Kuro's shoulder and folded that. "Want me to take your towel?" When Kuro let him, he reached up, noticing it was still a bit wet. So, he draped the underwear on his shoulder and reached up to gently pat his hair dry some more with the towel before taking it off his head. He folded the damp towel and looked inside the pot. "Smells yummy." He turned, walking off and grabbing Dani's towel as well. Aoba went off to put the items up in their proper place. 

Dani watched him curiously, but once he disappeared the smaller demon stalked closer to the kitchen in order to see what Kuro was making. 

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After a tiresome day at work Fenrir was soon home and ready to rest for the day. He planned to relax and sleep, since he was able to do that this night, but as he set the mirror on his bedside table, once more he felt compelled to look at it. With a heavy sigh, Fenrir stretched his arms out and spread his wings before walking into his own kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.