The little angel goes into deep thought over the idea of looking into the future, and Kuro gives him a thoughtful look. [i]'I know he worries a lot for his future, and it probably scares him a lot to think about never getting to go home. . .'[/i] The thought of “home” pains Kuro slightly, his protective possessiveness flaring as he worries over heaven trying to take his Aoba back. He pushes the thought aside however and lets out a curious sigh. “A lot of people are interested in what will happen in the future, and having even a rough guide can help one win battles, find things, save lives, among other things. Knowing the most likely path can give the indication of how unlikely something is once the time you looked into has passed and can show how strong an influence certain people and their decisions will have on the future. . .” Smiling faintly, Kuro finishes his food and begins cleaning up his dishes.

“It is quite a bit to consider.” he calls out to a distracted Aoba, and tilts his head at the following question. He's glad Aoba clarifies however, because he has indeed seen several angels “relived” of their wings on the battlefield, and telling Aoba that didn't seem like something the young angel would actually want to know. Coming back, he makes sure Aoba is done eating before stacking up his dishes to bring to the kitchen. “I can't say I've ever seen an angel retract their wings the way we do. . . I mean, I've seen a few guardian angels without them showing, so I'd imagine it can be done for special circumstances. I think, however, that most keep their wings out to make themselves appear bigger.” Looking over to Aoba, plucking at his feathers, a wicked thought crosses his mind.

Leaving the dishes on the table, Kuro slips over to Aoba with a concerned look on his face and reaches out gently towards the Little Mouse's wings. “Here, let me see how they are doing. I may not have feathers myself, but I've seen a lot of them, and I can see the ones on your back. . .” Very gently, he begins to stroke his hands over the glossy gray surface of the soft, smooth feathers that cover the bend in the wing, following them to the tip, where he follows them back along the flight feathers, counting each one softly to himself. Reaching Aoba's back, he brushes a gentle hand over the sensitive flesh there under the guise of trying to see the feathers around there better, then moves around to the next wing.

Each touch is gentle, but firm, putting just enough in be felt, but not enough to hurt or frighten. He is indeed getting a bit of a thrill from the somewhat intimate touch, but he keeps his desires in check behind faintly glowing eyes. “I don't see any major missing patches.” he murmurs softly, bringing his hands back to Aoba's back at the conclusion of his inspection. “You have the same number of flight feathers on both sides, and they seem. . . Firm. . .” He gives the angel's back another gentle rub, his demon flickering strongly as he recalls how nice this feels for the other. His willpower is stronger however, and his eyes are only slightly glowing when he moves back around to face Aoba with a kind smile on his lips. “I think you're doing fine. You may be losing a bit more, but they are growing back just fine it seems!”

Not pushing his luck, Kuro shifts over and stands, grabbing up the dirty dishes and heading to the kitchen to clean up after the meal. “You go ahead and head up for now. Today was stressful, and you should get some good sleep.” He smiles slyly over his shoulder. “Don't want to make a real issue of feather loss due to stress, eh?” Making sure Aoba heads up, Kuro finishes cleaning and forces his feelings down before drying off and heading up to the room they share. Peeking in he smiles at Aoba and heads to the bed to get comfy  against the wall so Aoba can have his wings relaxed out if he wishes. Yawning wide, he pats the bed, gazing up at his Little Mouse through half lidded, sleepy eyes.