Shu loved the fish too, getting all excited over the memory of the fish even though it was just food. It was more the atmosphere he remembered and how much he enjoyed being a part of it, even if there was a lot of people there. It was the fact that everyone was so happy, well almost everyone since Viral didn’t seem too happy at the time but he had just been released from his mind control not long ago. “Maybe there is more…I don’t know! Maybe it was a mutant! I don’t know that either”, he smiled happily, nodding, “Friends were okay with us bringing it to them! It wasn’t very nice and probably wasn’t nice to the other fish in the lake…if there was any left”. Maybe that’s why they were happy to see it gone; it had been eating all their fish and got so bloated that they couldn’t deal with it anymore. If that was the case then maybe there was more like that, sounded pretty tasty really. “Fish was probably bad too so we did good thing! Such good thing for nice people. Now they have lake unless there’s more. Fight the monsters!”

T’charrl was a little concerned but it was generally nothing when there was little he could say that would make him sound any less like a wimp. He didn’t know how to fight large-scaled creatures and something like that would definitely be a worrying element to fight, but if they knew how to do it then maybe he wouldn’t feel so bad about having to do it himself. The thought that it was a water creature made him worried a little bit, especially if they wanted to find another since they really liked how that one tasted. “Well uhh, hunters of my planet have to usually kill swiftly or they’d get attacked, at least for the bigger kills. Fighting something continuously is usually something you have to retreat from, I suppose. I’m fine with whatever so long as there’s no water…”

Kiton saw no problem with doing such a thing when he was supposed to be finding something that might lift his spirits and allow him to hope for a better place that he might just be able to find. Stories often allowed the person hearing or reading them to forget the world around them and give them a way to find hope that life might get better; however, the stories did often include his own race and a lot of them were not always pleasant. He knew to look to the ones with the heroes rather than villains but there was always going to be a story where his race did something terrible and should serve as a warning against others of his kind. “I try to take the stuff that makes me feel like I can accomplish big things despite my situation. Whether they’re true or not…I don’t know, I guess…” It was a little unfair that he was getting spoken down to by someone who had money and friends to support him when he had nothing himself. He needed the stories to have some faith that things will change maybe for the better.

“Someone might want the power I can offer and use me that way. I don’t need to own anything for someone wanting a Frost Demon to do their dirty work because they acted nice to them”, he sighed, “Like a mercenary without pay with added manipulation…”  He wasn’t happy thinking about it, knowing he was going to have to watch out for people who might not want to be his friend but want to use him instead. Arriving into the kitchen he was confused by the offer to pick his own meal, but not having the opportunity before he was going to ask for something that was core in his diet. Finding the request being granted easily gave him a little bit of hope that maybe he might like it here. Entering the kitchen himself he decided to move towards the counter, holding onto it as he tried to find that moment of relief after walking so much. “…Nervous? I-I’m not nervous, I’m just, uhh…anxious, I guess.  I’ve never had the opportunity to get a free meal other than stealing it”.

Viral’s mood was not getting any better even when he could see Aito was not going to be harmed by him, his mind not willing to take the defeat and accept that he can’t follow the order. He was trying but he was also not finding it easy to keep it together, unable to accept defeat against the man who created him. Charging straight at Aito he used his horns as his first primary weapon, managing to use his weight to force Aito back but unable to pierce him, instead his head tossed before he tried to throw his claws down at the man. Snarling as he swung his arms around in a vicious fashion, Viral soon made a jump back before forward again, his attacks getting even more erratic as he relentlessly threw his claws again as if trying to catch Aito’s legs to tear them off first. He was angry that he wasn’t getting anywhere and was trying every possible way to get through to him, even if it was Aito he was trying to tear apart.