He almost dropped the bowl. Fortunately, Yaboku seemed to know this would happen, and moved quickly to shake the other out of shock.
"Calm down, beast. It's not that big of a revelation," the other muttered.
"Not that big of a-what do you mean?! A god?! You can't be serious, flea-" he cut himself short, and eyed the other warily. He could decide I wasn't worth it...and zap me out of existence. "I just...wasn't expecting it. That's all."
Yaboku eyed him from the corner of his eyes. "Yes. Well." he straightened his robes and moved away from the fox. "I should continue."
Kurama nodded, still not completely processing the fact that a god was sitting next to him, calmly eating soup, and smelling of cherry blossoms. Practically a walking contradiction-gods were supposed to command respect, power, dignity. Yaboku was none of these things.
"The higher ranking gods that stay up in Heaven have presented a task to me, to solve while I am down here on Earth. There are rumors of an uprising, one of the other Clans is growing in power and is slowly testing thier abilities. There have been tales of strange creatures, shapeshifters, and people not acting like themselves. I am to find the source and destroy it."
Kurama flicked his ears forward. "And where do I-"
"Your job is to help me locate the source, as you yourself are a high ranking demon and can better predict the moves of our enemy."
"And what makes you think it is a demon?" It was a common known fact that angels and demons didn't get along, could it simply be prejudice?
The shorter man sighed. "All attack patterns are reminiscent of demon strategy, as well as the fact that all Blues, Greens, and Golds are accounted for."
"Ah." the fox paused, thinking about what this could spell for his kind. "So an investigation into demon culture?"
"Kind of." Yaboku seemed reluctant to say anything else at the moment, so Kurama decided he would drop it.
"Alright then. Get some sleep. I'll keep first watch. We can start our hunt in the morning."
Yaboku nodded, and whisked away the remnants of their dinner. "Wake me at the third hour." he turned over and quickly fell asleep.
"Sleep well, little kami," the fox whispered, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness, watching, waiting, searching.