Kai had absolutely no faith in Kabocha actually managing to accomplish something, seeing it as something that he was never going to manage. It was especially obvious he wasn’t going to accomplish this considering it was a girl he was trying to win over, even if his ideas of winning a girl was completely perverted. Smirking at his decision to get him involved in his little challenge he sighed heavily, looking away. “You’re just jealous that I get to choose while you have to make it a competition for yourself”. He didn’t care what Kabocha had to say, he could at least be picky and not have to try and look everywhere for suitable women. Looking to Kabocha he smirked, finding his inability to see how stupid he was being to be most amusing. “If he was weak then why would that rebel woman send the pair of them to us? But what do I know: I’m not as desperate as you are…”

Shu had no idea what was being talked about but he probably didn’t want to know anyway, especially when it meant Takeshi’s friends were teasing each other by the sounds of it. He just wanted to help out Vegeta and then go ahead and eat some food or something. His plans were pretty simple but he didn’t want to go anywhere without Takeshi right now, not unless Takeshi didn’t want him to be around. Happily walking along he soon stopped when Takeshi did, turning around to see his friend standing around looking a little anxious. He didn’t really know what was wrong with his friend but he was keeping his mouth shut tight, not really looking like he wanted to speak at all. “Ooh! Friend? Are you okay, Friend?”

T’charrl was quite willing to keep his distance but in turn that just attracted attention as well, frowning when they decided to look at him. It wasn’t a case that he didn’t want to follow on but something about being in a confined place like the ship made him worry that he might brush up against someone by accident. It was strange to be invited to play with them if he ever thought so, probably because it was Takeshi who was asking. Raising a claw for a second he soon lowered it again, looking around before shuffling on after them. Maybe he was being too polite with trying to please everyone because he seemed to be upsetting others.

Choi didn’t think Kabocha was going to be able to accomplish this task either and by the sounds of it, but that was to be expected when Kabocha was indeed Kabocha. The guy never really had a clue to how he should act around women and was probably going to get punched by the end of the day, but it would be entertaining all the same. Snickering a little he quickly looked to Haku who seemed to have trouble holding his box, turning towards him before trying to look into the box himself. He didn’t see all that much that was unusual, at least not from what he had seen himself. “What? It’s a fake arm. No big deal”, he spoke before smirking, “Lots of soldiers lose their limbs and get fake ones like these. Maybe they’re anticipating someone losing their arm in the battle we’ll soon face and are just getting prepared…”

Viral didn’t really have a very focused mind right now and was just letting Yumi drag him along like a child, his mind finding it difficult to keep track of everything that was happening. His consciousness was particularly sluggish since waking up with particular events such as what he was doing yesterday and a few days before becoming nothing but faded memories. If he did get his coffee at least he’d be getting some sort of nutrition in him that didn’t trigger anything, shame too since he still hadn’t been given a chance to master his other form which happened to be a shark of some sorts. Meat acted as a trigger for his feline form so maybe his other was triggered in roughly the same way. He was so confused to what he wanted from himself that everything that might aggravate his condition was off limits meaning food made him feel sick. Following his feet along he looked up to Yumi, staring at her as she spoke before his eyes slowly drifted down again. “Aito…I-ughh…right, right…” he spoke, raising a paw to rub his head, “What if…my old programming comes back and I try to kill him again…? It was never addressed, never fixed. Always frozen…just preserved with hope that it would pass. It always ends in bloodshed, mine or his…I don’t know. I can’t think straight anymore. Have you ever doubted yourself like this? Doubted your ability to do the right thing…?”