Kuro chuckles at the half asleep angel, watching as he almost picks his way through his meal. [i]'Like a sleepy teenager before school. It's adorable!'[/i] Humming softly he hands over the drink, propping himself against the counter to continue watching. The idea of work seems to spark something inside the little angel and without warning he's wide awake and bolting his food. He's about to warn Aoba not to eat so fast, but gives in when he realizes that the idea of work is something the smaller male fixates on with joy. [i]'Such a strange little creature. He simply [b]loves[/b] working. Like me and my books. . That reminds me, I gotta hit up a library and find a shelf in this house to use. . .'[/i]

He follows the smaller male out, glaring at Dani as Aoba passes him only to pull the little demon into a hug before racing off after his Little Mouse. Dani is mystified, but like most odd things his little brother does he sets it aside as just a Kurotama unique thing. He knows what hugs are, but why in the world would Kuro show him affection? They fight, that's how they show their love. . . . While Aoba takes care of the pigs the larger demon does a lap around the animal field on the wing to check for stones that may harm the cow's hooves or any weeds that may not rest well in the grazer's stomachs. Finding none he lands at the barn in time to help the angel loose said beasts and guide them to their feeding grounds.

On his lap he noticed another gate, one leading off into the hills and in the back of his mind he wonders what it would take from them to be able to graze the small herd on the neighbor's property once in a while. The victory smile does not go unnoticed by the taller male and Kuro feels himself settling a bit. [i]'He seems to have gotten over the shock a bit. However he may just be repressing that. Angels are good at that I bet. . . I should talk to him about that after I see Pops'[/i] Closing the gate he wanders over to Aoba, pausing right next to him to look at Mama and the baby. “Actually, they would be fine in the field, normally. However after the difficult birth I may ask you to help me with a check-up later to make sure everything is in order. They should be able to go out tomorrow.”

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Fenrir wakes bright and early, the shock from the night before having made his sleep quite fitful. It also keeps him from looking at the mirror for a food long time. He gets ready for the day, taking comfort in the routine activity, making it easy to ignore that gnawing hole in the pit of his stomach. However as he fixes the last knot in place he freezes, his mind racing. Finished with his morning rituals, all that's left is. . . .His eyes fall on the wrapped mirror on his side table. [i]'I can not prove nor disprove his words. E id a demon, hence he lies, but from all I have seen, he is an honest man. He has no reason to lie, but the evil do not always need a reason. He said himself that his father is evil, and evil begets evil no? Perhaps not. . . .No, he is evil, but, I will not discount his words without further proof'[/i]

With a sharp nod he walks over, picking the package up carefully. Making his way out of the house he tucks the mirror away, deciding to check it once he gets to work. Several of his neighbors greet him, like always, and he returns the salutations. The sun is settled on the horizon in the same place it is every day at this time. The familiarity almost seems, off somehow. Such a big thing happened just the night before, his perceptions of the world and it's order has been turned on it's head, but despite his inner turmoil the worlds go on, and pays no mind to the distress of one little arch angel. Once in his room he locks the door, still a half hour before his official work day starts, and settle behind his desk.

Pulling out the mirror he carefully sets it on the stacks of paper left on his desk from the night before, and for a good minute he just stares at it. He fights, he argues, he reasons, until at last with a sigh he opens the parcel. It takes only a few seconds for the image to clear and Aoba and Kuro to come into view. He hears what Aoba has to say about the baby getting trampled and with a start realizes he can see a cow and her calf near the top of the mirror. His brow furrows and almost on instinct he touches the edges of the mirror, rotating the view. He starts, but then relaxes. [i]'It moved because I wanted it to. I get it. My focus went to the cows, so it shifted. I wonder how far from Aoba I can look. . . .Probably not far. . .'[/i] He rotates the view again, listening as he gets a glimpse of Dani landing behind the other two.

It takes him a few seconds to realize that they are talking about the calf needing a name, and by the way they are speaking. . . .

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Kuro reaches out and ruffles Dani's hair, earning him a growl. Looking back to Aoba he pats him gently but firmly on the back. “Don't rush yourself mister godfather. After your hard work helping him into the world last night I think you've earned a little reprieve from new experiences for at least half a day.” Rubbing Aoba's shoulder Kuro wanders off to grab up the grain for Mama for the day leaving Dani to wander around behind the angel impatiently. With a light huff he settles on the rail around the pen and begins rambling to Mama about how crazy his little brother is.