Viral really couldn’t place his trust in someone who was going to give no information on how these treatments he was apparently going to undergo would work or whether they would have a massive success rate in the first place, his biggest worry being placed on the possibility he may end up being cut open anyway. He didn’t want to be cut open or lose his mind so everything was making him nervous. It didn’t matter what this man said, what mattered was if what he said was the truth and if he could trust his health in his care. Groaning at his further attempt to earn his trust he just wasn’t convinced, keeping his eyes off him even when he started telling him if his treatment plans. With his tail swinging in annoyance as he spoke, not liking the sound of all the medicines he was going to have to go under to stop these changes. “And whatabout my damaged genes? Vegeta said my genes are gradually disintegrating…and better yet, what’s going to happen to me regarding the medicine? I’m well aware of side effects, you know…”

Viral didn’t know a lot about himself when for most of his life he was just looking after Vegeta and Yumi until Yumi left and Vegeta decided he was independent enough without him. He didn’t know how old he was and felt dwarfed compared to everyone else in terms of life experiences. He had been told it only took a few weeks for him to go from child-sized to a fully grown adult so he didn’t have any of the childhood experiences either. He couldn’t imagine himself as a child or what they could’ve done with him in that short experience, but then again he didn’t know what they made him for in the first place. Everything about him was a mystery but he didn’t think he had the chance to ask about something like that right now. He had bigger concerns and finding out the secret to his past just now didn’t make him feel confident he would remember it later when he had to be constantly reminded what his own name was just now. “That doesn’t make me confident, especially since technically that means you’ve only known me for two years! You already said you never watched over me when you were dead, so what would you know…”

Feeling it was best to ignore Aito at this point he turned away with embarrassment and gave him no attention. It was stupid asking someone like him to find something relaxing when it was already impossible to even begin to imagine what that might be. He hadn’t found anything relaxing in a long time and being tense all the time made him feel pretty annoyed and angry he couldn’t do such a thing. Huffing as he lay over the edge of the couch he only felt the need to keep to himself for now, his frustrations that he didn’t know what might calm him making him moody. Growling lowly to himself over the embarrassment he didn’t take notice of Aito until he was right over him, immediately looking up but instead of finding the ability to get up he was stopped as his ear was assaulted by the man. “W-What are you doing??” he gasped, his paw trying to reach back to him but was rather pathetically held back as if by a solid force, not really getting anywhere apart from weak swipes, “Y-You’re playing a dangerous game here! Y-You…filthy human…!” Slowly his resistance was broken, his movement dwindling until it was near nothing. Groaning through a purr he found no way to fight against Aito but he was very embarrassed, already hating how easy it was for them to take advantage of his animal instincts during his illness.