T’charrl frowned a little, giving a little nod before looking away, “I-I guess…I mean, in any other Kaesstrian they would look like what you see, umm…I mean, it’s not weird…” He didn’t want to be seen as weird, it was something he was fairly nervous about. Takeshi probably didn’t mean it, but that look he was giving certainly did scream his honesty in the matter. Maybe he was very weird after all, even when he tried to explain himself he just couldn’t. His kind weren’t that weird, they barely cared for the Spirits anymore after all and his own clan were the only ones to see their tree as anything sacred and thanked for keeping them alive. That wasn’t weird, surely, feeling a little singled out when Takeshi was the one trying to untangle Shu’s hair without using some sort of aid. Sighing a little he looked back up to Takeshi, not looking too happy over the suggestion to floor him, especially when it seemed serious at first until Takeshi decided to make it out as a joke instead. “Umm, just kidding? Weird? I…guess it is. Whatever the Spirit has told you is probably all and I just…I don’t know. Maybe I’m thinking about it too much. I don’t want to let people down after working on it for so long, though…”

Viral had little doubt that he knew the reason Vegeta was considering selling him to a selected army, but in the end never decided on a suitable deal or army. He knew he was a warrior and was getting fed up with him getting all testy over being locked up in the same place, Vegeta’s devotion to his work taking over any sort of social time he may have had with him. “He got busy, that was his reason. Even when he knew I wasn’t allowed to go out in public he would barely talk to me because of his work…hmph, that’s all you need to know to guess what the problem was”. His idea of fun was fighting and killing so it was no wonder he let the army look at him for longer than anyone else had ever been allowed to do so. Of course the RRA already knew about him, one of their men helped create him, but even then they acted as if they were seeing him for the first time. “It’s hard to believe that because I’m not exactly the most sociable creature ever brought into existence! Better off being around a bunch of nobodies I can give orders to. Even the King figured that out. I’m more surprised you can put up with all this negative energy…” He wasn’t exactly feeling the need to talk about food for this long either, finding it to be a little off-putting rather than encouraging. “You just really want to cook, don’t you? I don’t care what I do or what you do, it all depends on how I feel then about it at the time. If all this is too much fuss then we don’t need to go hunting, we can do something else you really want to do if that’s going to cause less grief…”