Aoba had settled into the couch, with his chest to the back cushion so he could watch Kuro. Getting comfortable, he rested his head on his arm. After the first three powers on the list, Aoba closed his eyes to imagine the demon actually using said powers. He had of course seen Kuro fly, more often than not and he had to admit that he was [i]slightly[/i] envious of how easier his wings were to manage. Aoba’s own fluffy wings couldn’t be put away or hidden, but unlike Kuro’s they were definitely more sturdy, which he was thankful for. The brief thought of being able to make his wings disappear reminded him of his halo, which he absentmindedly reached up for. But when he realized what he was doing, Aoba put his hand back down and focused on the rest of the list. 

He imagined all of the flames Kuro conjured up, noting that he was able to do so better than his siblings. He remembered something about Homura having fire, but Kuro was the only one that he could remember clearly at the moment. The weapon, he remembered. And he remembered that portal he made once before. For a short moment, Aoba tried to imagine visiting his home- hell- and a sickening feeling rose in his stomach. Not so much out of disgust, but for the same reasons he felt sick when surrounded by too much demonic energy.

His feathers ruffled a little, almost on instinct, when he mentioned being able to contact his father. It wasn’t… a bad thing for Kuro, but it wasn’t ideal. He went to patting down his feathers, only to raise a curious brow at the idea of ‘ripe souls’. “Sounds like not very good food.” He muttered more to himself than out loud, before continuing to comb through his feathers. Him being able to contact his siblings didn’t cause the same reaction as his father did, except when he thought of Issho- Issho was a lot more intimidating than the others he had met. And his threat wasn’t so easily forgotten. Sure Aoba didn’t plan on hurting Kuro, but the thought of accidentally doing so could have made him cower had he not turned his attention away from Issho and back to Kuro who was still naming things off the list. Kuro was safe and comforting. There was no need to be scared all of a sudden. 

“Hm, a lot of things. That’s..neat.” Aoba nodded after finding the right word. “I guess the lower level demons are limited on what they can do?”

When asked to fetch the drinks, he did just that, claiming one for himself as he took a sip out of it. The Ocularus sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember what it was. However, consistently jumping from topic to topic, his attention turned to his food. The light tug on his hair made him smile but his gaze didn’t break from the plate on his lap.

Adjusting to his life as a human, he was grateful that Kuro was willing to cook all these different foods for him. He was also grateful Kuro paid attention to the little things because in all the time he had been on Earth, he hadn’t realized how much he preferred non-meat things like fruits and veggies compared to the rest. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t eat it or didn’t like it, it was just that Aoba was finding his preferences. He started to realize a lot of those preferences more and more now that he had all this time not running around a medical hall. Besides food, Aoba realized he liked to face the wall while he slept so his wings could stretch out. He realized he always wanted some sort of background noise because the quiet was much too unnerving at times.There were simpler things too, like he liked the color of Kuro’s flames and he liked petting the curious dogs that came up to him when they went to town. His thoughts would have continued on for who knew how long had he not realized he spaced out while eating his salad. 

“...Hm? O-Oh, yes. I don't mind going to town early. Uh,” He paused to eat the salad threatening to fall off his fork. “Remind me, what’s the Ocularus again?”