Viral wanted to move around and get out of the room, but right now being unable to find the will to get up he was probably going to be stuck there. He wanted a lot of things right now, but he was completely oppressed and not letting him do anything he wanted. Shifting around and trying to get his limbs free, he kicked around in annoyance while waving his tail to try and get balance again as Yumi decided to approach him with something. Letting out a groan, he licked his nose a few times before letting out a snort. He didn’t know what she wanted from him, but he was already defeated again and constrained so whatever she wanted to do he would rather she got it over with. Letting out a snort when his limbs were restrained more, he stared at her before his attention was taken to the object in her hands. Staring at it, his ears twitched a little before they just drooped as if something was clicking but not quite getting there, confusing him pretty well with thoughts that he couldn’t pin down as being his.

Shu didn’t know what was going on since his eyes were still closed, feeling a little lost when Yumi decided to go away and off towards Viral. Sniffing around a little, he slowly moved one foot in front of the other, trying to find his way until Takeshi told him he could open up his eyes, “Oh…okay!” Giving his eyes a quick rub, he blinked a few times before staring down at the pile on the floor, finding it to be a little off-putting. He wondered if they would do such a thing if he ever went Oozaru, but then again he had no idea if that would be possible for them. Frowning a little, he slowly moved towards Viral, looking to Vegeta when he gave his reassurances. Shuffling a little as he moved, he soon slowly bent down in front of Viral too, giving Yumi a quick look before he held the scarf out in front of him, “Look, Mister Viral…it’s your…favourite…”

Viral was definitely feeling confused and a little lost, his mind unable to cope with what was happening or why he recognised the object in front of him; however, that was all made worse when the scarf was introduced to him. Sniffing at it, he soon let out a prolonged groan, slowly shaking his head. He didn’t know what was happening or how it was made possible to retrieve these new thoughts and feelings towards things he would have never thought of looking at before. Wriggling around again in an attempt to get free, he growled angrily while trying to rid himself of the images and the smells before he simply let out a groan, his face ending up pressed against the floor with his eyes closed in an apparent collapse.