Aoba accepts the demon's words and Kuro relaxes slightly, glad he doesn't ask any questions. He and Dani can not change. Without the grace that his father and his brethren were born with, demons need to survive somehow. Smiling he takes up Dani's job and his own, the sheep a little confused at first without the scary beast chasing them from their pens, but a bit of flapping and stamping gets them going, if at a much more leisurely pace.  Kuro watches the angel as he shoos the beasts out, his gaze gentle, contemplative. He really cares for Aoba, that much is obvious even to the heartless creature, but at the same time, Kuro is unsure what to do about it now that it's no longer fresh. No longer that faint thrill of newness.

He cares for him no less, but now, he doesn't know what to do now that he has Aoba so close. Now that the angel no longer clings to him out of fear for his life. [i]'He still stays by me of his own free will'[/i] He muses, walking past Aoba after the sheep to keep them moving. [i]'That makes me happy, but. . .Demons don't get into relationships like this. I don't have anyone to ask about this! Humans are one way, but I can't really use them as models. I eat them, which his race disapproves of, but he accepts for. . .Some reason'[/i] Letting out a faint sigh he closes the gate to the field once all the pasture animals are out before turning to the penned animals.

He works in silence, smiling over at Aoba and waving him off to go loose the birds for the day. Once they are finished with the pigs and birds Aoba goes over to the pasture and Kuro follows without a word, just being content being near the angel for now. He laughs at the sight of the bump tackle from the sheep, devolving into a low chuckle and a warm smile at how absolutely cute the scene is. He worries briefly for the angel's wings but as Aoba does not cry out he concludes they must be fine. Still smiling wide Kuro wanders over and takes a seat beside Aoba, deciding to be a bit playful. Reaching out he gently takes the edge of Aoba's wing extended behind his back and draws it in close, wrapping it around himself like a blanket, and looking over at Aoba like a cute little kid with a new toy asking his mother if he can keep it.

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Dani drifts back and forth over the crowd, silent and invisible. He looks from one face to another, hoping, wondering, and growling lightly. He's hungry, that was no lie, but he knows he wants a specific meal he's likely not going to find in this little backwater town. [i]'Especially with only an hour to get it with! Stupid Kurotama, making me rush my meal. . . .So mean. . . . .I want a meal, not just to gobble up some random morsel before getting to know if it will be tasty or not!'[/i] He knows much of his frustration springs from the interaction with Aoba but he ignores that completely. No need to dwell on such unimportant things as far as he's concerned.