Takeshi didn't want to be anybody's snack, he was squirming like heck to get Viral to let go of him. Eventually the Beastman did, but the reprieve was very short lived as he felt teeth on his arm not too long after. Yelping he flailed his free arm, placing his hand on his friend's head and beginning to push frantically to get free. His shoulder was okay despite having been bit, the pressure behind the bite being pretty lax and only leaving him with red marks. It was the same deal with his arm, but it felt so weird having someone bite him. "Viral, it's not funny, let go!" the Saiyan whined, unsuccessfully getting his friend off. Giving a pleading look at Yumi he groaned when she seemed to be paying him absolutely no mind, being left to his own devices. Awkwardly he began to try and pull Viral off, first trying to loosen his bite before going to try and at least make him release his grip by moving his paws. For someone who was really out of it he was sure being aggressive.

"Ki training huh? I remember doing that a while ago. My first lessons were with this old man, Master Roshi. Kind of a pervert, but he was a good teacher." The whole 'beating up Takeshi' thing went on without a remark, if only because she could plainly see he was fine. Well, aside from being nommed on by Viral, but even that was just play. Sipping away cheerfully at her drink Yumi looked back over at T'charrl, questioning why he was all dressed up in a bed sheet. If being inconspicuous was his desired goal then he was sorely falling short of that. Unless someone thought he was a walking mattress it was pretty evident that he was trying to hide something. Might as well come out and just show himself, more heads were probably turning with him being hidden like that. "So...? There's loads of aliens on this planet," Yumi said, making it sound like no big deal because it really wasn't. "I don't know who told you to cover up but you'll be fine. Some people might freak, but there's always a few." Off to the side she heard Takeshi yelp again, and when she turned to see what the deal was she saw him scurrying away, hiding under a nearby table. 

"Viral, stop trying to eat me!" Takeshi whined, pointing accusingly at the Beastman. What the heck was wrong with him? Looking down at his arm he pouted, seeing his shirt all torn and soggy from drool. The red marks weren't a big deal, they would be gone within moments, but now his clothes were nasty. Grumbling under his breath the Saiyan ripped off his now soiled shirt, tossing it into a nearby waste bin and frowning at his friend. "If you're hungry go have a smoothie or something, I'm not on the menu!"