Kuro chuckles softly at the idea of Dani running around in a shirt and underwear. [i]'Well, as of late he has taken to wearing shorty shorts, so I suppose it's not all that different, but in this case I don't think he's be able to keep the boxers up, not with those slender tiny hips'[/i] When Aoba asks to take his towel Kuro nods, checking on the soup. He smiles as the little angel removes the towel then proceeds to try and dry his hair with it. [i]'He is so adorable. It's like having a human little brother. . . .But I don't want another brother. . . I'll have to fix that'[/i] As his thoughts turn more to the wicked side of things Aoba once more vanishes up the stairs after complimenting the soup. Kuro only hums in reply, testing the flavor before adding a little dill.

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Putting a little lime flavoring into the water Fenrir returns to his bedroom and settles on the bed. He takes several slow sips before finally setting the glass aside and taking up the mirror. Unwrapping it carefully, almost afraid that the sound will be working. A fear had been growing inside him since the angel altered the mirror. An irrational fear that what he hears will prove that the little fallen angel is truly damned already, and take away any hope of saving him. [i]'But I can't stop now. I've gone so far out of my way already, keeping this rather than returning it, getting it upgraded, not telling anyone I still have it. . .I pray I am not damning myself with all this less than pure activity'[/i] Arch angels are given a little more leeway than most, but only a little. The picture clears quickly ad he spots Aoba carrying a couple towels, the faint sounds coming from the mirror indicating that the sound is indeed working now. Taking a calming breath, he settles back against his headboard, and watches.

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Dani stalks up right next to his little brother, his gaze never leaving the steaming pot on the stove. [i]'The smell is okay, but I don't smell any meat in there. I wonder if he's gonna become a veggie head. . .That's gross. At least I can still eat the wild animals or I might starve to death. Okay, I know there is no meat, but I smell meat. . .'[/i] “Hey, Kurotama, what's in that?”

Glancing at Dani the taller male rolls his eyes and huffs. “Carrots, celery, potatoes, and beef stock and some dehydrated meats that will plump up as they absorb the stock. Don't worry, you'll get your flesh tonight, it'll just be cooked.” Dani's eyes go wide, honestly curious at what dehydrated, whatever that means, meat will taste. Aoba comes back downstairs and Dani's attention turns to the fluffy winged beast. Growling happily he wanders over, sniffing at Aoba like a curious puppy before collapsing on the couch to wait for dinner. Laying face first his wings flop limply to either side of him, the back of the couch making one wing scrunch up on his back while the other flops over the small coffee table.