Viral wasn’t exactly looking forward to having to talk to lots of people, the thought of it made him feel a little stressed out. Talking to people made him worry that he was going to get angry at them and scare them off, despite the effort they made to come to this party. He knew he had a temper and he knew he wasn’t the best at being sociable, but that didn’t mean he had to feel bad about going off on other people and upsetting them when they made efforts to try and make him happy. He’d hate to think it, but maybe the gifts were going to be the highlight of the day. Feeling as if he had enough food for just now, he sat back in his chair and looked to Ikura, shrugging lightly, “Tch, I’m not going to talk to ‘every day’ people to find out if they’re ‘good’”, he spoke, scratching his side, “Everything I have observed from humans has been corruption and evil. You think I’m going to see any change just because you told me things are better than I think? I’ve lived my entire life without being allowed to go outside this facility because of them!”

Feeling pretty moody, Viral folded his arms and slouched slightly in his chair, watching as people started to turn their attention towards talking amongst each other and finding other things to worry about other than finishing their food on time. With all the food that was left they could all easily take a portion of it hope, but he figured that was because they all wanted cake. He didn’t have sweet things very often, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like them. For a moment where he was allowed to get in a few thoughts, it was soon Ikura who was telling him what he needed to concentrate on instead. He wasn’t really interested in people’s lives to ask them things about work and hobbies. Frowning, he looked away a little as the plates were being seen to. He didn’t think he could find something by himself considering his circumstances regarding society and everything that went along with it so naturally he felt disappointment when he was denied, “Oh really? Is that why I have a natural instinct to obey and feel the need to have a master?” he asked up, narrowing his gaze, “Is that a fine detail you forgot about me? If I didn’t have that built into me I would had never killed Vegeta’s family nor would the Saiyans had been able to tap into that part of me to take control of me! Don’t think I’m not aware of those things, especially when I don’t feel comfortable having nobody in charge of me…”

Shu watched Takeshi play with his food, staring at the steak curiously and wondering if he was going to eat it. Shu had enough food after that, he just wanted to go ahead and have some cake after that heat in his mouth. Staring down as Takeshi spoke, he slowly looked up at him and tilted his head, finding it odd that people liked to feel pain like that, “Ooohhhh, that’s strange”, he sighed, looking back down again, “Please I don’t want too much of that again, no I don’t…” Feeling confused to why he did that, he slowly sat back again and sighed, shifting a little as he looked back to him, “Pain is funny? Oh…that’s strange. Please don’t do that again? I hurt my mouth and I feel like I need to cough and then I might get ill and then I’ll need to find somewhere to die before I spread illness”.

With everyone starting to relax a little more and things beginning to settle down, people started their usual talking amongst each other before they could get cake. They should be happy that they were getting a little bit of time for their food to settle before cake, especially when it was Viral who was making the decision to hold it off a little. Viral did think he should hold off the cake for about ten minutes, trying to let his mind settle before something else would happen that might make him feel uncomfortable. Sitting in a bit of a mood, when Vegeta spoke up he looked to him quickly only to shrug a little, “The same as I remember it being, only deadened by my failed appetite”, he sighed, sitting up a little, “I still think this is…interesting, though. It is good of you to throw this party thing for all these people. I’m sure they can wait ten minutes for the cake…”