Viral felt as if he probably shouldn’t bother with such things if he couldn’t manage them, but they definitely did manage to bug him when he couldn’t do it. He wanted to do so much that other people could do, but knowing he couldn’t do it made him feel broken inside. He was certainly jealous, his mind not quite finding a nice settled spot where he might just be content with his life. Munching on some fish with some level of concentration, he stared at Ikura before letting out a sigh, staring down at his food again, “Comfort zones are always such a pain to find”, he spoke, rubbing the back of his neck, “Even if I can’t much care for humans”. Checking his hand as if for blood, he grumbled as he went back to his meal. His view on humans still stood, even if there was a few around him that were good people. His understanding was a majority of them were not, their selfish intentions and money-loving ways driving them to commit evil deeds.

With his head down and trying to eat more than he had been able to manage before, he could only think about everything he was missing out on because of what he was and how he had lived his life. His body and mind were not in harmony so it was pretty difficult to settle down and finally find something he was comfortable with. Just what could he do that wasn’t fighting? He had no idea, he was unable to think of anything at all at this point. It was his calling whether this man and Vegeta’s parents intended it to be. He was certainly confused, especially when nothing else came to mind when he thought about his purpose in life and not what he was made to demonstrate. Pushing his plate away from himself momentarily, he looked to Ikura again before frowning slightly, “I didn’t think I would live many times throughout the last year, yet…here I am, I guess”, he shrugged before slowly rubbing his shoulder, “I don’t think they would have much to ask me other than questions like ‘what have you been up to’ or something. I’m not going to say anything about that to them. You know…when I return, I won’t have anything left. It’s your job to find me something, by the way…considering you helped create me…”

Shu was pretty concerned for a moment that he had taken something that was going to do harm to him, but Yumi’s reassurances certainly helped. Chewing slowly on the bread, he stared at Yumi before smiling when she gave him a reassured pat on the back. It was curious as to why Takeshi had given him something like that and if that was spicy then he wondered how normal people were supposed to handle it. Rubbing his chest slowly, he stared down at his plate before sighing, hoping the tingling would stop soon before the cake would arrive. The bread and milk certainly helped, but he couldn’t help but wonder why Takeshi had given him such a thing if he knew it was going to be painful. Staring at him with a frown, he remained focused on him before smiling when he apologised to his face, “I’m okay now! I don’t want to be tricked, but why do people eat that stuff…? I trusted you with people food and if that was people food, why do they like that? It hurt my mouth and everything a lot…”