That adorable pout on Aoba's lips makes Kuro chuckle, watching as the angel turns from a depressed mess into something resembling his normal self as he worries of the demon. [i]'I know talking about my pain would at least distract him from his own. He worries about those around him, and since he actually likes me, or so I hope, his distraction is even greater'[/i] Watching him clear away some of the dust on his clothes rather than having that 'don't give a crap' attitude he did only minutes before Kuro can feel a faint sense of calm pass though him as the broken angel seems to be repairing. Letting Aoba help him to his feet he suppresses most of his pain, though a small whine manages to find it's way out when his ribs scrape against his lungs.

Shaking his head he says softly. “No, not right now. Dani is still upset and I have to stick around in case anyone tries to attack. After that sudden rise and fall of demonic energy, with the addition of holy energy, and energy that left alive, we can expect an attack today. . .” He glances out the open back door. “We man wanna bring in the animals early just in case. . . .Drops some feed in their stalls. . .” Using his limited healing abilities Kuro fixes his broken bones, at least enough that they stop grinding, and smiles at the angel. “I'll be fine. I just wont to make sure you're safe first. Then you can do the doctor thing.” He smiles, wiping away some of the blood still trying to drip into his eyes from his split brow.

~*~*~*~*~

Watching his father race through the halls, calling in all manner of demon who fall into his own perception of sexy, Homura chuckles softly at the image. “Well, he's feeling better. . .”

From the corner of the room a deep gentle voice asks, “Father?” Out from the shadows of Homura's cloth bedecked room a slightly taller version of Lucifer steps forward into the soft light created by his little brother's seeing pool. His hair is shorter, and his black leather outfit is a stark contrast to his father's love or white Athenian robes, or nudity for that matter however despite the black horns coming out from his head, there is no doubt that he is the son of Satan. As the first son he was born from the coupling between his father and a female still very much angelic, making him the most like an angel out of the throng of Lucifer's offspring, however he is still innately evil and must feed like any other demon for his power.

Homura turns his unseeing white eyes upon his elder brother and nods slowly. In the safety of his own room Homura wears only his simple underclothes, a simple white long sleeve button up and some loose fitting black sweats. His short silvery gray hair seems to almost glow in the dull light and as he offers his brother a smile the only real demonic part of his appearance shows with a flash of long pointed fangs. Though he can not see, not in the conventional sense, the sixth born's sight is far and true when it comes to viewing the worlds in his own special way. He was born without sight and almost died several times as his mother did not view him as worth the trouble. As such, he is a bit of shut-in and stays in his room most of the time.

It was actually Issho who did a lot of the raising of the smaller male, having been born with his father's protective spirit. The tall blond returns the nod, touching Homura's arm as a way of saying good-bye, before slipping past several bits of fine cloth and exiting the room. The smaller male watches him go, staring at the place he vanished for several long minutes before wandering over to his wardrobe and pulling out his normal outdoor wear. [i]'I wanna know what our dear little brother did to make Pops so happy. And that look on his face. . .There’s something important going on out there I can't see due to his barriers, and I wanna see what it is. . .'[/i]