Viral didn’t have a clue to what he was supposed to do to feed himself like this, really wanting to just use his claws to eat his food like he always did but he couldn’t find that sort of coordination. It was a pain, but he was unusually patient when it came to these sorts of things and was willing to try even though he was probably going to fail at it. Staring at it on the plate before looking to Yumi, frowning, “I’m not trying to be cute…” This was frustrating, but he was still going to try. Frowning as he watched her scoop up the food, looking down at his paws he saw the problem immediately, hardly pleased that he had such a problem regarding something as simple as eating with tools. If he wasn’t terribly fussed about the way he ate food he’d probably learn how to use them, but right now his only limitation was having depth perception and a lot of confusion, “Great…can I have it now…?” he asked, reaching out to her hand to so that he might guide it towards himself.

Shu didn’t mean to do what he did and it wasn’t as if Kai had lost his tail like Takeshi did because of him, not quite getting that bad when he was all normal. It was a long and intense training session so he just put it down to stress, but Takeshi seemed to be awfully persistent in blaming his anger. Frowning as he stared up at Takeshi he soon looked away, looking all guilty, “I know…but I don’t want to do it…” he mumbled quietly. It was a hard subject to tackle, he didn’t know how he was supposed to do about it anyway when it was his own personality that was the problem. Looking to Takeshi when he moved away from him he let out a sigh, lowering his head when Takeshi made his plans for him, “I guess…but I’m scared! I don’t know if I can do it! I’m not used to feeling angry…”

Kai didn’t like being the centre of all the laughs and chuckles over this; it really rather hurt, especially in such a sensitive area. If this kid was going to do this often during training sessions then he was going to have to either strengthen his tail further just to stop that nonsense or wear armour. Wearing armour wasn’t an option, but he sure didn’t want to have to care so much about a kid biting his tail. Glaring at Kabocha as he teased him, keeping his tail close to him he pointed a finger, “You’re fatter than me! What are you on about with that?” he snapped at him before letting out an annoyed sigh, folding his arms, “Those two sure can be monsters sometimes…hmph, good thing we don’t have a bunch of Changelings on board or I might just have a fit”.

T’charrl wasn’t having a very good time, but he had prepared for this kind of thing if it ever did happen. He had been taking boxes of sugary goods and raw sugar, hiding it away in this room of his for if he ever did change. He didn’t go completely out of his mind, but he was still feral enough to be considered a problem unless he was already worn down by something and not having food wasn’t exactly being worn down. There was also the possibility of metamorphosis occurring again and he was definitely feeling really close to it. Maybe it was a good thing he left while he could before he couldn’t walk anymore or started to take in negative or high emotional energy too. Grunting as he slowly lay down, he kept his arms close to his body, trying to relax so that he wouldn’t feel any bursts of pain and to relax his dizzying head.