Kuroko quickly grabs Haruka's sleeve stopping his tracks but looks down gulping lightly. "I-I meant.. with you. Can I sit with you?"

"You would sit with a being you consider repulsive?" he asked. "You must've hit your head." he commented.

"Just sit, please." Kuroko looses his grip from the demon's sleeve waiting for his response.

Haruka sat, "What do you want?"

Kuroko coughs slightly into his fist sitting next to Haruka and just twirling his fingers around the blade of grass. "That pendent.. you had that for a long time or something?"

"Why do you want to know?" Haruka asked. "That is my personal business." he stated. "And it concerns no one." he frowned. "Especially an Angel."

"To think that I'm gonna tell anyone? I have no reason too." Kuroko pouted like a child crossing his arms up but then pulls out a white feather spinning it slightly around. "Plus.. you're the one vital creatures that my kind hates yet the only being I can talk too."

"Well if you want to know it belong to someone I cared about who was killed by your kind." he frowned.

"Of coarse.. my kind took your lover away but least you still something left of her." Kuroko softy blows the feather as it lightly flew against the breeze.

"It was a he." he replied.