Viral couldn’t much care if he wasn’t looking good right now, nor could he be bothered thinking about how he was feeling. He wasn’t feeling all that depressed anymore, plus he had that slight moment of calm now that the medicine was taking effect so he couldn’t feel all that bad anymore even if it was crippling him with severe weakness. Usually if someone took this much they’d be out cold for hours, but Viral had too much to do to have to go to sleep and be trapped with nightmares for hours on end. Not in the mood to be talking about needles or force-feeding he let out a groan in protest, waving his paw around dismissively, “A lot of good many things will do…but I am still doomed”, he grumbled, finding the thought of it all being counter-productive. Growling as Vegeta teased him he gasped as he was pulled up to his feet, his hand going to his head when the horns proved to be too heavy again, “Prime? More like…primal because my mind would be gone completely…” he spoke, sighing heavily, “Where’s that wheelie-thing I had before…”

Shu found it funny when Takeshi got all flustered, but it was true that he said a lot of bad words. Yumi had told him what not to copy what Takeshi said after saying a few things Takeshi had said before, “I’m not telling! They didn’t say those words first, though”, he squeaked, bouncing as he walked, “You say bad things because you think it’s funny, right? Funny bad words of angriness…you have a lot”. Finding it amusing to tease Takeshi Shu gave him a little smile, shaking his head at the stuff about Yumi, “Nooo she had sharp nails before too! But now are more sharp and scary”. He didn’t like it, getting cut by anything sharp. It was scary and he was going to always feel pain when touched by them so he couldn’t help but feel bad whenever he changed and nearly sliced people up with his own claws. Pulling at his nails a bit he let out a sigh, squeaking in fright when Takeshi banged on T’charrl’s door, “Careful! Banging loud…”

T’charrl had been training by himself by the time Takeshi tried to thump down his door, his energy completely being thrown off and his concentration lost. He was trying to hone his energy and pull in more around him, the residue that was left over from others and collecting it for himself; however, with the banging he probably lost a good burst of it before he could absorb it himself. Gasping and hastily looking around his eyes soon rested on the door when he realised what was happening, his claws going to his head. It sounded like Takeshi, but why he was here he didn’t really know. It wasn’t dinnertime yet and he had only started his training so it couldn’t be that he had finished already. Standing up and moving to the door he casually opened it, tilting his head a little, “Huh? What is…? H-Hello?”