As they wrestle around on the floor the elder male occasionally glances towards the fretting angel and smiles. Kuro sees this ever time, at least when his head is not otherwise occupied, and with each one his redoubles his attack. Once they are far enough away from the other two Homura whispers, “Jealous Little Black Storm cloud?” There is a purr in his voice and a knowing look in his unseeing eyes.

Kuro glares at him, knowing it's useless for the most part but feeling better for having done it none the less. He does not respond right away, simply growling and trying to pin his older sibling. On his fifth try however his head is positioned right by Homura's ear and he chances a response. “That is not an acceptable action, even among our own kind. It's rude, especially since he's so young, he doesn't even know what you just did!”

Homura tosses Kuro against a support beam, moving the fight even further from the two over by Mama. Kuro lets out a hiss as the smaller male slams into him, his smile widening. “I bet you've touched there. I can smell it on you dear little brother. . .You want him. . .” That last part is said in a hiss as Kuro twists his arm behind his back, pulling him in close.

His response to the accusation is one that surprises the older demon, making him pause his fighting just to look at his little brother. Kuro's voice is soft, and uncertain. “I don't know what I want Homura. I would delight in watching him squirm beneath me, but even as I think on that, the pleasure feels. . . .Hollow. I. . .I don't know. . .” They are quiet for a few seconds before Kuro tackles his brother tot he ground and they roll back towards Dani and Aoba. Hearing the angel call out the baby's new name he smiles. The fight only lasts a minute more, ending with a flare of black flame that Homura takes and curls around himself like a scarf happily, purring like a cat.

Dani rolls his eyes. “He's always been easy to distract. . .” Kuro chuckles, bringing Homura to his feet as the flame sputters out, his overly pleased smile shifting back to a curious one as he looks towards the angel.

The black haired one rolls his eyes. “You can check him out more next time. You should get back before Issho misses you and asks where you went.” Homura whines, pouts, kicks the ground, but eventually he nods in consent. Dani snaps at him when the older male pats him on the head, but Homura just chuckles, in a very good, if confused mood.

After nuzzling Kuro's chin he at last turns to Aoba, stepping towards him while a curious cat noise sounds in his throat. Reaching out slowly as to not frighten the youth away, he once more presses him fingers gently to Aoba's face. After a few silent moments he says, in a voice oh so soft, “You are very special, beautiful little angel. Don't try and sell yourself short. You are. . . . unique.” Kuro watches the exchange silently, knowing Homura is still thinking on what he said, and for a brief moment wonders just how much more his older brother understands the situation than the rest of them, because it is clear to anyone who's met Homura that his shyness hides a great well of knowledge and understanding.