T’charrl was a little concerned at this point when he was feeling the excuses were starting to pile up on Takeshi’s side, especially when he was getting to the point of accidentally touching him when he typically had an aversion to him. Yumi had told him plenty enough that people didn’t like touching him but it still hurt when it happened. Feeling a little confused by it he frowned at Takeshi, rubbing his shoulder when he tried to make an excuse for it. It wasn’t a very good excuse either, his claws giving his fur a rub as he stared at Takeshi. “Long…? But it doesn’t get any longer…” he frowned, looking down at himself before back to Takeshi. “Shu has a lot of hair and you’re fine with him, right? Why don’t you just say you don’t like touching me? I already know nobody but Shu likes touching my fur so you don’t need to hide it”.

Kiton felt he probably wasn’t going to do too well if the people here knew how much he followed stories of old compared to trying to follow his own path, but it was the only thing that was keeping him going throughout all his hardships. He wasn’t the only one to do such a thing, he was sure there was others out there who did the same when they travelled alone. It was tough being alone in space and hoping you might just pull through and survive solely based on logic, but if there was tales of people who went through even worse hardships then it gave you the belief that you could do the same and continue onwards into tomorrow because things could get worse if he didn’t have something to believe in. 

“If I modelled myself after what I could see then I probably would’ve killed you and stolen this ship. I grew up around criminals so it’d be a bad idea to look at them and think that’s the way life should be”. He couldn’t wait for his food and the smell and sound of it was making him rather weak in the legs. If he wasn’t so low on energy he’d be quite happy to use his tail to sit on. “Well…you don’t have to be a bounty hunter, just someone needing money. I-It’s not like I’m trying to encourage it, just…I guess I’m just sounding paranoid at this point…”

Kiton was just wrecking all of his chances to live normally with these people if he decided to do it, even if it was sounding pretty good to him. The others probably wouldn’t want to talk to him too much anyway so that’s probably going to be something he shouldn’t have to worry about.  If they didn’t talk to him then he didn’t need to go looking for their approval at least, even if it would be nice to finally have others to talk to without having to resort to business talk or taunting. Staring at the food as everything was finally close to being done he looked to Vegeta, giving his reassurances that the place was clean but not giving him a very clear answer. “Uhhh….so you’re just wandering around and stole a ship from the guys the rebels are fighting?” he questioned him, feeling confused, “Do you have a goal? Nothing you’re looking for or doing?”

Viral couldn’t take it anymore but everybody had so much confidence in him despite what was happening to him and how much he had to carry on his shoulders. It was too much for him to carry and having that little session made him wonder what was the point on letting him live. Even with all this power he was useless and if he was this weak in this form then who knew how he would fare in his normal form. He was going to be extremely weak, he had been told that much, but to be rendered completely useless made him feel depressed. Aito had already said how little he cared to watch over him even if he didn’t say it that way. Keeping his eyes off him he remained drawn to the ground, looking rather fed up and depressed. “Sounds like…selfish longing to me”, he muttered, “If we never went for the Dragonballs, you wouldn’t have me. I’m surprised I’m still alive”.

Finally reaching the library he watched Yumi get the door but soon looked away again, lowering his gaze as he was lead in. He didn’t know how being here was going to make him feel comfortable but there was little he could protest about with these two around. Moving with Aito he stopped as well at the couch, staring at it before looking to Aito in annoyance. “No matter what I do, I can’t sit comfortably…” Moving around to the front of the couch he stared at it momentarily, letting out a groan as he tried to figure out the best way. Eventually deciding on one he leaned on it, slowly twisting himself around and sitting down on the couch in a slouch for his legs and his tail to the side. It was rather uncomfortable what with his spine ridges and dorsal fin having to be squashed on its side but it was the only way he could keep comfortable with his legs and the rest of his fins. Unable to do much about his arms he simply swung one around onto the armrest with the other lying across towards it.