Hobbling back to the others with the portion of grain Kuro rolls his eyes at his brother before hopping into the pen. Once the food is down and Mama is munching he checks around for the afterbirth. Not seeing it he sighs and hops back out. [i]'That had better come out soon or she'll get an infection. And it can't have come out and gotten eaten yet or else there'd be a spot of nasty on the ground'[/i] Sliding up next to Aoba he follows the smaller male outside, setting to work along side him with a light smile. The sun begins tormenting him after about an hour though and he drags the angel back tot he barn. Dani is reclining on one of the top planks making of the gate of the pen and looks over as they enter.

“Ne, ne, Little mouse? My clothes are ruined. We should head to town for more, along with some supplies.” In the back of his mind he envisions sneaking off and picking up some small slats for his secret project. When Aoba agrees, the proceeds to insert his foot into his mouth with Dani he finds himself rolling his eyes again and patting the angel on the head. Whispering softly he says, “”Don't worry Little Mouse, he's not really mad. He's actually looking forward to his time alone with them, and he know better than to torment them. Promise. He may tease, but they will be no worse for wear.” Dani grunts, not disagreeing, but not agreeing either.

Slipping an arm around Aoba's waist Kuro leads the smaller male out of the barn and back into the accursed sunlight. Having kept the money on him at all times save for bathing he does not hesitate to scoop up the little angel and take off towards town. He holds the smaller creature close, his speed quite impressive even for him. [i]'I gotta get out of this sunlight. I'm going to start actually burning if I stay under it much longer[/i] Once in a little ways out of town he sets down behind a tall tree and makes them visible again. Holding Aoba for an extra few seconds he whispers, “Clothes store first. I need at least one layer between me and the sun, and my clothes are all but shredded at this point.”

He's not really exaggerating, his t-shirt full off holes, his coat at home, a lost cause, and his pants barely legal. With a smile he releases the fallen angel and lets him lead the way into town and to the shop. He is careful to keep to the shadows as often as possible, and to avoid dogs and small children as to not raise more of a ruckus than his outfit is apt to bring on it's own. They make their way there without incident, a few youths giving him the eye,an elderly couple crossing the street to avoid him, but otherwise nothing of note. Not to Kuro at least

Once inside the nice air conditioned interior he lets out a long sigh and starts browsing the racks for something acceptable. [i]'Man, half this stuff scream hick, and the rest is workable, but it's just that, requires work. . .Maybe in a week or two I can skip off to the big city for an hour and grab something that won't make me look like a hippie redneck'[/i] Despite all of his attacks on the clothes selection as he glances over at his angel he can't help but think that they suit him in a way. Kuro has always been more flashy, but the simple and calm fits the fallen one perfectly. “Oi, Little Mouse! Help me pick something out. . .” He stares at the T in his hand as he speaks, pretending that he wasn't just staring.