With a roll of his eyes Kuro can't help murmuring, “Ah, yes, this is the perfect time for sleep. When you're on duty. Morons.” Despite his harsh words he keeps his tone light as to not frighten Aoba. In hell, if a guard dared to slack off in their duties the way his night guards do, they would not be given a second chance to do so. His head perks up however with those fluffy soft feathers swing so close to his body. His hand darts out quickly to brush over them gently before the angel has a chance to turn around. He hums lightly, enjoying the feeling beneath his fingers. Then with a sigh he pulls them back just before Aoba turns back around.

He watches silently, a fond gleam in his eyes as the little angel looks him over one last time before grabbing his arm to ask if it feels any better. Truthfully it still aches almost as if it's wide open, the lack of his own energy to help heal the wounds and the constant pounding of heaven's energy making the lack of bleeding a minute comfort. However he smiles gratefully and replies, “It feels fine Little Mouse.” Murmuring softly he slowly pushes himself up so he's once more seated with his back to the wall. His eyes follow every movement as the boy packs his things, his kind look never changing despite the new cogs beginning to turn in his devious mind.

Shaking his head lightly he holds out the lightly soiled fabric to the medic. “Nah, the cool stone feels good on my skin.” he murmurs, and as Aoba reaches over to take the towel he moves in close to the young one. The guards aren't paying any real attention at the moment, the male having stood to hold the door as he waits is looking off down the hall in a yawn, and the female is already out cold. Once again he place his hand on the back of Aoba's head but this time his kiss flutters across the angel's cheek. “Good job, Little Mouse. . .” He sits back carefully, a faint sigh coming from his lips as he watches the medi angel leave with a smile. [i]'Such a cute little thing. . . .'[/i] He settles in, the slamming door making his ears ache, but after a little while the twin snoring of the guards allows him to relax.

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[i]'Oh, ow, you guys really need to be more careful with me. If I can't walk out of here this evening, your superior is going to be pissed!'[/i] His mouth too sore from repeated bites right at the very end of the session, Kuro keeps his ranting to himself as once more Green and Red proceed to throw him hard into his cell, twisting his ankle in the process as it hooks on to one of the bars on his way by. [i]'Oh great, and it's my shackle ankle too. I hope Little Mouse gets here before it swells too much. . .'[/i] As soon as the guards are back outside his cell Kuro spits a mouthful of blood on to the floor and shifts away from it best he can while face down on the hard surface.

[i]'Wow, he really upped the ante today. Not only did I get a mess of lashes to every inch of the back of my body, limbs included, but he saw fit to rip off a few slabs of skin for good measure. I wonder how that's treatable. . .I know human do grafting. . .'[/i] He's read hundreds of medical books in his time. [i]'But there isn't anything to graft it with here. In hell we just bath in the cepsus pools to regrow skin and flesh. . .'[/i] His tongue sticks out at the memory of how those pools smell. Finding it a waste of time to try and figure out just what his treatment is going to be, Kuro decides to rest a bit before his little medic arrives.