Shu giggled, bouncing on his toes, “Yeah, but if you do mess it up then I’ll get my own food! And I’ll hunt, going all sneaky-sneaky…all quiet and pounce on my dinner!” he spoke quickly before having a giggle to himself, pressing his fingers together, “Even if the food is already not moving, I still can do that…or I can ask Miss Yumi! She would make me some food so that I don’t die…” He couldn’t go out and hunt on the ship or on a foreign planet, he wouldn’t be allowed to go out all by himself so Takeshi had a lot to live up to if he was to try and please him so that he would still trust food from him. Watching him calmly, he swayed a little as Takeshi tried to explain how the device worked, his eyes quickly going to it before he slowly moved closer to it, “Oooh, thennnn don’t you just do what you do with the fire and make sure it doesn’t burn? Can you see the food being cooked…?”

Viral had no clue he was going to go and try to attack Vegeta until he was snapped out of it, getting a fright mostly with the sudden sound. Spinning to meet the chair quickly, his ears twitched and he remained on high alert before letting out a groan, looking over his shoulder at Vegeta. He was probably having a ball with this, but now he was also being denied his food because of his shift in control. Growling a little, he shook his head before giving it a rub, “I…guess I’ll leave the room…” he grumbled, moving to try and hold onto his tail but found it to be a lot more difficult than he might had thought. He struggled to balance without it but his tail was getting in the way all the time. It felt weird having one and being aware of it, not like what it was in his other form. Growling lowly, he gave up on that and slowly moved towards the door, still finding it difficult to balance on two legs with this massive body. His legs were strong enough, but his feet were smaller and shaped differently so walking felt like he was walking on his toes. Shoving himself out the door, he stumbled a little and immediately went to the wall, pressing his paws against it for balance.

T’charrl was regretting everything he had gone through recently, even if it had only been a short while he had been going through with this but he had already had enough. His ancestors probably had years to master this stuff, but his was going so fast in an attempt to help this spirit out and yet he was left to struggle with containing the power needed to help it. It wasn’t the spirit’s fault, it was entirely the General’s fault for disturbing it in the first place but he was left with the most difficult part of everything. Groaning and generally feeling sorry for himself, he hissed a little when the kid decided to question him, wondering if he was done. Looking over to him slowly, he hissed through his teeth before slowly looking away, trying to talk in a way he should hopefully understand, “[i]…Yessss…noooo…[/i]” he spoke, sounding as if he was having a hard time with it, “[i]Done…yessss…not betterrrr…[/i]”