T’charrl felt a little awkward right now, even if it wasn’t entirely Takeshi’s fault. He had been the one to have all this fur and it wasn’t as if he was the only one who didn’t like it, he didn’t have to make up so many false excuses. Giving his shoulder a rub he soon stopped as he was made aware that he still flaked when nervous and that was something he couldn’t change about himself. He really didn’t know if he could allow others to put up with him in there was that much of an aversion to being near him when touching him meant displeasure. “I-It’s not something I can help…” He couldn’t trim the hair on his body without it coming out prickly and rather sore, plus he needed his hair. It was a complicated sensory organ to him and something Takeshi probably couldn’t understand. “I-It’s not that different. It keeps my clean, allows me to feel changes in the air, it’s how I hear things too…” Frowning, he let out a sigh. He didn’t know why Takeshi had to make up so many excuses when he could just say he didn’t like touching him. “Not used to me yet? But I’ve been here a while and-…it doesn’t matter. I already know how people feel about getting near me, Yumi already told me so you don’t need to hide it…”

Shu didn’t know what was going on but his friend T’charrl was upset, he recognised that much. Takeshi making up excuses didn’t do too well for him and just made T’charrl a low more withdrawn. He knew why Takeshi didn’t like touching him but hearing T’charrl say he was told Yumi and the others didn’t like doing so either did make him feel a little sad. T’charrl was such a cuddly alien and very warm when you hugged him, it was just sad that nobody wanted to know that. Looking to Takeshi he frowned as well, giving his arms a rub. “I don’t know why I got furry when with Father took me, though…”

Kiton frowned at Vegeta’s reasoning, looking away. “Well…I could sabotage your ship…then you’d all be dead”, he spoke lowly, finding even thinking about it to be rather disgusting, “If I was evil I would probably do that. Blow up the engines, take the smaller vessel...” He was quite aware that they couldn’t breathe in Space and taking advantage of that was certainly what someone evil would do, but he really wasn’t that kind. Not all outlaws were evil, most were just out to survive and there was an awful of lot of that type of person. Looking to Vegeta he smiled a little at the friend suggestion but soon friend again when he was the one left to make the decision. It was partly their decision too, seeing as how they would be the ones to take him on and give him a home. “Yeah, I recognise that. Not like I can go anyway with no money, no ship, no home…or family, for that matter. Not even a criminal family”.

Once the food was being moved Kiton immediately perked up, staring at the food with great interest. He couldn’t wait to get into it, he had been denied food for so long so excitement levels were very high right now. He knew he would have to take his time but it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to savour every bit of it. Pushing away from the counter he winced when he nearly fell off his own leg, his tail nearly slapping things off it as he regained his footing. Looking to Vegeta he still felt confused as to what their true goal was other than bringing down the King, but he was still sure that they had a home planet as well. “Why get involved with the King? Was your home planet conquered?” Being told to go and get a table was probably going to be the hardest part, seeing how he struggled to walk right now. Walking with little balance he stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the tables, going straight for the nearest one and accidentally throwing himself on the seat. Finding out soon after that it was a bad idea he let out a groan of pain, slowly placing the bottle of pills on the table and resting forward. “I-I’m r-ready for fish!”

Viral didn’t have the energy to protest against sitting like this, especially when the only other option was the floor. He didn’t have any other way to not look stupid and if he had to be uncomfortable to look like a normal person then he would have to put up with it. Sprawling his legs out in front of him he let out a sigh, looking to Aito with a frown as he started talking. He didn’t like that test and it only managed to make him feel absolutely awful to the point of wondering what was the point on living anymore so acting as if it was a good thing just made him feel equally as awful as he did earlier. He just knew it would subconsciously have him trying to ambush Aito if he so much as blanked out. Aito probably didn’t care and was happy with his superiority right now, showing off he was stronger than a monster like him. “You were ready for me. Who is to say you will be ready for me next time?” he spoke lowly, looking away, “I’m not always in control of my mind, I’m sure you’ve realised. I don’t know if you’ll still be ready for me for me sneaking up on you because you look like something I can eat. It hurts me to know how weak I am as well and how out of practice I am! It hurts to take an order like that already, but to find out how strong I am…”