Dani looked a little disappointed when Aoba stopped rubbing his wing, but he didn't show that to the angel obviously. He did turn to see Aoba walking off to take one of the bowls on the table. The fallen angel took one of the bowls, and as Dani moved off the couch to grab one, Aoba stole a seat. He sat comfortably with his legs folded Indian style. He began eating quietly, raising a curious eyebrow to the brothers' broken sentences and minor glares. He would have asked what was going on, but he started eating. The fallen angel was more focused on the fact that his new mortality made him a lot more hungry than he was used to. 

The two were talking about their dad, who was obviously the ruler of hell and a really bad person. What else was there that he needed to know? Why were they getting so worked up? When he looked up, he found Dani staring at him. Slowly, the spoon went back to his bowl and he waited for the news. He felt something serious about to arise and he didn't want to accidentally spill his soup in shock. The seriousness in the small demon's voice and look worried him a little, but he listened carefully. 

A moment of silence hung over as Aoba tried to register what had been said. [I] Half angels. . . ? His Pa-[/I] "W-What?!" His voice came out in a slight panic. That couldn't have been true, could it? For a moment, he believed it to be some unfunny joke that Dani was trying to play. He stared at Dani a little expectantly, but the demon began scarfing down the soup as if all was normal. So, Aoba's gaze turned to Kuro, wanting an answer, but he was eating too. "Kuro? Is that. . . Is that true?" It only took a second for Aoba's eyes to widen when he was given a nod. 

"But why did he never speak of it? That's- that doesn't make sense. Your dad- since when?!" Dani merely shrugs and licks the bowl, feeling satisfied that he had told. He could leave a the educational stuff to Kuro.

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Fenrir practically leapt off his bed, leaving the mirror behind. He rummaged through a few books of his, nearly ripping them off the shelves. "This isn't right. How in heaven's name is that even possible!?" But nothing he had could give him the answer. So. . . Who else knew? What other angel could have known about something so important to their lives and history? Did any of them know!? "Why did he not tell us?!" Fenrir was pacing back and forth, his wings tucked in despite his frantic nature at the time. This was all too much, and nothing was even explained! 

It did send him into a minor relief that Aoba had panicked right along with him. It meant the boy wasn't completely turned against him, and it meant that he wasn't being taught too much about the demons race. "Aoba. . . Stay strong."