Kiton was getting a little annoyed with how Takeshi was treating him, seeing how he was managing to mock him. That wasn’t what he meant and yet he was being teased for it as if it was an actual thought. “I meant plants that might appear like fur, like…hmph, whatever. Yeah, you look out for the stuff because I obviously don’t know what I’m looking for”. He was feeling a little useless when he couldn’t even find his own food, but to be mocked as if he lacked in intelligence. Looking to Takeshi as he decided to explain his last trip he frowned, hearing how they didn’t actually know much of the wildlife on this planet after all. They’d just have to assume something was going to be okay to eat and something that tasted good. Coming to a stop when Takeshi made his stop he looked to Shu real quick before following Takeshi down, taking a look at what he had spotted. That was a weird creature if he ever did see one and it had weapons too, definitely not a good start to their hunting trip. Frowning, he glanced at Takeshi before back to the creature, lowering his head a little. “So what, are you going to shoot it with Ki or charge at it like an animal?”

Viral was already fed up with Vegeta, seeing how he didn’t seem like he wanted to be there in the first place. He was sure he was just going to treat this as a simple business talk that needed to get over and done with, a nuisance in his everyday life. Folding his arms and looking away he waited for Vegeta to get his act together and try to explain himself. At first it sounded as if Vegeta didn’t want to go through all of this, sounding rather reluctant to even be here and talk to him. So much for this, but whatever if it would make Aito a little happier and get off his case. Straight away Vegeta was trying to make himself out to be the victim, that he was simply too busy to keep him around. It was as if he was the lazy roommate that needed kicking out and Vegeta was the good guy in all of this. Sighing as he continued to talk, he looked to him in annoyance, just waiting for him to give a better excuse. There didn’t seem to be any so far, he was still going to be tossed around as if he was in the wrong for getting angry at him. “So it was simply business to you, that I was to be passed around like some tool to the right buyer”, he spoke, looking away, “And what of the Dragonball? When I took it, what was your first thought? I want honesty, not some fluffed up truth…”

T’charrl let out a groan, slowly shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, I’ve only known of it happening once and he was really mad”, he spoke, shaking his head, “With me, it tends to be anything that throws me off. I can change if I’m too nervous or too full of energy or even when I’m too drained. I don’t know what is the trigger, but I can only stay normal when I’m calm”. While it was probably handy in combat for him to change when things got bad, it wasn’t good for him or his friends. He was often stressed out and during the last fight the thought that he was going to die managed to trigger it, even if he could probably stay calm and tear his way out of the creature. Looking off to the side he tried to think through a method to keep calm, feeling as if asking everyone for help might be a bit of an overkill. “I don’t want to bother everyone with my problem. Everybody has their own problems to worry about and having mine be in with those problems would be too much for them. Is this not already frustrating for you?”