Viral didn’t trust the spoon in his hands but was still determined to get it to go to him so he could eat and eventually get his wine. He wasn’t feeling too right in the head so his mind wasn’t all there, but he still knew there was still going to be difficulty taking the spoon from her. Trying to get it to his face he tried to lick out to grab it, eventually managing to turn the spoon upside down and managing to get some of the food. While he did manage eventually, he wasn’t pleased by it. Shaking his head slowly he soon made a gagging noise, finding it all too difficult to start eating again in this state, “Everything tastes like…one step closer to insanity…” he muttered, looking down at his food again before to the spoon, giving Yumi’s arm a shake before letting go of her, sighing as he lowered his arm and his head, “I’m so confused…how do I do anything…? I’m not sure…hunting should be easy…but I can’t eat a kill…”

Shu squeaked a little bit, moving back a little, “No! Don’t say that…” he frowned, holding the collar of his clothing, “I don’t want to hurt them! No please…” He was a little scared, even of the future. He didn’t know how things were going to go or whether he was going to be able to get over this and not be a danger to his friends and other people. Looking away from Takeshi he let out a sigh, frowning. He didn’t think there was much use in it and even Takeshi tried and failed at figuring out how to do it, not exactly understanding what could be done to help his problem, “But Mister Vegeta is busy with Mister Viral a-and I don’t know about Yumi…” he spoke, feeling as if he was running out of excuses but still had a few. “How does it feel when you get angry and how do you make it go away…? You get angry all the time, right?”

Choi snickered when Kabocha got all defensive over his own weight, but what was really funny was he was denying the muscle excuse for his frame. It shouldn’t matter, it wasn’t like they called each other fat often and it was often more a competition to who was stronger, “I think the main thing is he didn’t tear his tail off, otherwise I would have to tear mine off too!” he nodded, looking at his own tail, “It’d take forever to get a new one for both of us…” Contemplating over how he would have to do that if that ever happened, his eyes soon went to Kabocha before following his eyes, seeing what he was looking at before looking to Kai, pulling a face, “Egh, those guys…” he mumbled before looking back to Kabocha, snickering, “I doubt the Changelings even know about the King…and if they did, I doubt they’d care. Those guys aren’t too far off those Kaesstrians with their isolation…then again, T’charrl’s not too far off being one of them with their freaky forms. What do you think those guys are even doing nowadays? Maybe we can recruit them!”

T’charrl’s problem definitely seemed to be relating to his nerves, but with everything going on he didn’t know anymore. His self-consciousness over his looks were completely shot and he only had a short time before he was supposed to find a way to return to normal. His problem was he didn’t want to leave his friends, but he also didn’t want to let his people down. His mother was probably worried sick over him and seeing him as he currently was probably would worry her and scare her. He needed to get stronger and be able to defend his people, but to have the ability to return to normal would be the best thing for him no problem, no matter any possible side effects. If he still had a problem with changing then fine, he could manage that, but now that he was only now understanding what each form was good for and as he changed so did his mutated form. Slowly placing a set of claws over his head he tried to think straight, hoping he could get his own way if he could wish for it hard enough.