T’charrl didn’t know if he was completely confident with doing all of this himself with nobody to guide him along the way, not even someone to show him where he was going while he was concentrating on this. He didn’t have any help and it made him pretty nervous. While he didn’t know if this was going to be successful he continued to focus on the bad thoughts without meaning to, worried that he was going to end up destroying this machine and embarrassing his mother and father. It was a big task for someone who hadn’t even got over what happened to him and was still reeling in negativity and thoughts of failure. It wasn’t pleasant at all when he had no one he could speak to about it, at least not yet when he hadn’t found anyone who knew what he was going through. Trying to keep up with his own thoughts was proving difficult and even more so to drop them whenever they were negative. Sighing lightly he gasped when the musician decided to play some music, looking back to him quickly as if surprised by the fact he could even do that. He was so out of tune with the world that even that surprised him, letting out a sigh as he decided to detach the negative thoughts and try to keep focused on the music. It was fairly hard to keep calm by himself so the music should hopefully help, probably just the thing he needed too.

Shu didn’t like being all high strung and confused like this, but he was fairly tired too. He was a little upset with himself for getting like this and being unable to sleep properly over a few bad memories, even if he had been under Saiyan lockdown for a very long time. They had done all sorts of bad things to him and even tried to bring out the worst in him, certainly managing to upset him greatly. Feeling nervous he kept his head low, twiddling his fingers anxiously. “I guess so…maybe still ask Friend T’charrl for bad things too that might be mean”, he sighed, rubbing his eyes, “I’m not cranky…at least. It hard to sleep, not sure how to sleep. Tag sounds really hard…” He was definitely anxious but the longer he sat there the more tired he was feeling, especially now that a strange melody was playing. Looking to see where it was coming from he saw the musician playing his instrument, staring at him tiredly before he slowly rubbed his eyes, trying to keep them open essentially so that he didn’t have to sleep. He was beginning to fail gradually, his eyes and head getting heavier. Finding it generally hard to keep focused on Takeshi talking he slowly nodded forward, trying hard to keep awake but finding it near impossible as the music continued to play.