Whatever reason Shu was that hairy for Takeshi was just glad he didn't have it too. Sure he had body hair, but not in mats like his brother did. He couldn't imagine having all of that, it must be so itchy. Not to mention having to clean all of that hair constantly, it would take him so long to make sure it was all clean. The Saiyan felt like Shu's last words were a jab at him, making fun of his phobia of insects again. He'd have said something in rebuttal if the young boy didn't promptly sneeze afterward, managing to give Takeshi a bit of a germy shower. Groaning quite loudly the older boy went about wiping himself down in a bit of a panic, repeatedly muttering "Ew" in the process. Once he was finished he shot Shu a dirty look, sticking out his tongue before letting his cloak drop back down. "Cover your nose if you're gonna sneeze next time Shu," he chided, lifting his arm and pressing his nose to the inside of his elbow, "Like this, got it? Don't be sneezing on people, it's bad."

"Sneezing, dangerous? Nah, it's not dangerous. Well unless you're really sick or something, then I guess other people can get sick too," he mumbled, rubbing at his head thoughtfully. "Probably could get a lot of people sick by sneezing on them, that would be gross. Even if they don't get sick from it... Gross." Hm, they didn't really have time to be chattering about sneezing, they had work to do darn it. By some good graces it looked like they found the shaman's place too, either that or someone had a really big house. There was only one way to find out and that was to go inside. In his ever tactful nature Takeshi walked right up to the doors, grinning before throwing them open, expecting to find the man they were looking for behind the walls. Instead they were shown a large, open room with several cushions on the floor, a mass of Shaharians knelt down on them, each one looking back at the trio curiously. At the head of the room was an older one of their kind, assuming so anyways since his skin was leathery and wrinkled. Well... Was this the right place?

"How the heck should I know...? I thought this was the place!" Takeshi whispered back, looking back at T'charrl accusingly as if it were somehow his fault. Turning back to the still baffled aliens he smiled nervously, putting his hands up to show he wasn't a threat as he laughed uneasily. "Uh... We're looking for your leader, a shaman... Or something. I don't suppose you know where he is...?" he asked, looking around at everyone as he spoke. There was an awkward silence after his question and he made another check on his scouter, double checking to see if the translator was turned on. It was, so they should have understood him there. So were they in the totally wrong place then? "He's uh... Well he looks like all of you, except he's kinda big. And uh... Sandy... Colored, kinda. And he's got this scar on his lip," he explained desperately, gesturing to his own lips. Again, just silence. A few of the lizardmen exchanged looks but other than that no one said anything. Getting slightly annoyed now Takeshi closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before giving a strained smile. "He's your leader, you know him. Come on, where is this guy anyways?"

The Shaman was, in fact, in the building. He was out of the room, simply put, taking care of... Business. What the trio had walked in on was a town meeting of sorts, and they had been in recess anyways while their effectual mayor was out. It was customary not to speak in Servas' absence during these meetings, anything that needed to be said could either be said during the discussions or afterwards, otherwise it wasn't important. So the reason no one replied was because of that. As soon as the familiar Shaharian entered the room though a few of the aliens called out to him, gesturing to the trio at the door. Curious, Servas glanced across the room seeing the two smaller figures and the much larger one, not entirely sure what to make of it. When he saw the faces of the smaller two gears clicked in his head, and a big, toothy grin crossed his face. "Friends! Good Saiyans have returned! Not expected you, this is nice surprise!" he called, hurrying across the room, his white robes dragging behind him. "Welcome, welcome! Glad to see again, been a while!"