Aoba listened and nodded at his first statement. "Mhm, I'm a fallen angel." He grew quiet again to let Homura speak. The next thing made Aoba smile sheepishly. "Different? Yeah, I do believe I have discovered that." He blushed lightly at being called special and unique. He was none of those things, at least he didn't think so, but somehow a blind demon thought otherwise. He looked down shyly, not knowing what to say, but it soon turned into more curiosity as he spoke of examinations. His eyes went to Kuro in a slightly concerned fashion. But the fallen angel relaxed almost instantly, not feeling anything to worry about. 

The last thing Aoba wanted was to be used as a test subject. He doubted that would happen, but there was no point in not worrying about it. The thoughts faded before they could go off on a tangent and cause him to be unfocused. He stepped back as Dani moved out of the way to avoid his wings and watched Homura with a curious gaze. The fallen angel involuntarily flinched when the blind demon brought his hand up. Both recoiled from the other's movements as if they were both afraid of each other. "Up to me? What exactly. . ." He shuffled and looked at the hand that was out along with those white eyes. [I]'He's asking if he could touch? Of course. He does have to use his other senses.'[/I] Aoba gave a small nod and inched forward. His hand slowly reached up to Homura's, careful not to frighten him or anything. 

Aoba's eyes never left Homura, wondering what expression he would have from the interaction, and still being a little cautious because he was a demon. The fallen angel guided Homura's hand up to his cheek and pressed it there gently. With a nod, he slowly let's go and lets Homura touch his face. He's tense at first, being so close to the demon, but slowly and surely he relaxed. Aoba put his hands behind him, fiddling with his wings and waiting for him to be done. 

Dani had peered over the loft to watch older brother. He 'hmphed' finding it unfair that he wasn't allowed to touch the angel until 'forever' later. His nails scratched the wood he rested on before he yawned and got bored of them.