Shu gave Yumi a little smile, “I’m used to funny smells so I don’t mind, but it didn’t smell that strong”, he spoke, trying to think about it, “It was Takeshi’s fingers that smelled the worst! Why didn’t he wipe his fingers if he didn’t like the smell…?” It was a little unusual to be smelling meat like that, the smell of it being pretty generally soggy rather than stinky. He was used to the smell of fresh meat, but to smell it in a different form like that made him pulled back a little bit. It would be a shame to tell Viral what he did with the meat too, Shu only hoping he didn’t feel ill for eating so much at once when he previously had barely eaten anything. Probably the feeling if he ever got back to normal might end up instead causing him to be put off food even more than before, “Yeah…I wouldn’t like that either! I was careful with how I ate when Takeshi first saved me; I hadn’t had food in so long…”

Trying to make sense of where he just might be able to find Viral’s room again incase he had to go back there sometime, he followed Yumi in the room and looked around curiously, feeling a little curious about it. There wasn’t any real sign of damage in his room when compared to the kitchen, so he thought maybe Viral was still himself by the time he headed out the room. It was a little sad, especially if he could had been going to the showers then suddenly hunger struck and turned him into a big kitty. Looking around with a sigh, he turned to Yumi again when she spoke up, seeing her having taken his blade, “Ooohhh…something else?” he repeated, trying to think for a moment before looking around, “Ooh! He always wore his red thing around his neck, maybe that would help?” he asked up, running on around the room in search of it, “Mister Viral doesn’t wear gloves…ooh! Found it!” Pulling up the covers, he yanked out Viral’s long tattered scarf from underneath having only seen the end of it poking out, “He really likes this, don’t know why”.

Viral was about finished his meal already, feeling pretty satisfied with what he had eaten. He barely looked like he had filled his stomach; the only sign that he had been eaten was the blood around his face from the steak and his paws where he had been holding them. Licking his lips before giving his paws a quick groom, his eyes soon turned to the door again, seeing that as his point of interest. At the door, Vegeta was the only one he recognised as having been able to overpower him, but however Takeshi would fair he didn’t know or care much. Slowly moving along the wall, he slowly stalked his way towards the door, trying to be sneaky about getting out of the door.