Viral frowned at Vegeta’s words, finding them to be the complete opposite of what he was trying to announce after he called him out for it. He was sure that there was little Vegeta could say that wasn’t hiding the truth, only trying to make him feel better for his obvious flaws. Groaning at the suggestion they could fix his weakness by trying to forcefully get rid of the problem he shook his head and finished off with a sigh. “That’s like training someone to take a knife to the gut better. You can’t resist being gutted just because you don’t want it to happen”.  While all that was a little dumb to suggest, it was the food that had taken his attention and was making him particularly nervous. He wasn’t really looking forward to this, he hated feeling stressed and even if it was just food he didn’t particularly know what would help him feel better about eating it. Staring at the food on the tray he soon looked back to Vegeta before to the cutlery, groaning momentarily as he gave his paw a wave. “Well I just…can’t stand around here with it! Just-…just we need somewhere to eat it, or whatever. There’s no rush, not like it’ll go rotten if cold…”

Krom was doing everything he could to keep Takeshi at bay and it was definitely working. Watching him struggle was making him certainly feel pretty good about his own agenda, only hoping the Prince would finally start seeing the light and that sparring like he’s full of revenge won’t get him anywhere. He had to learn who the true enemy was and it most certainly wasn’t him, not by a longshot. Moving whenever he needed to dodge attacks and raising his arms whenever he could to keep attacks at bay, he successfully kept Takeshi off him even when he was attempting his silly excuses. “You’ve been fighting your entire life, it’s not hard to see! You’ve just been fighting like an idiot your entire life!” Easing off now that Takeshi was too he listened to what Takeshi had to bark about, making a glance to Shu before smirking. “Heh! Look, you’ve got potential, but your brother…hmmm well, let’s just say he’s still in first grade and you’re close to graduating. What I will be teaching Shu is nothing you’ll need to learn. What you need to learn is focus. Howabout you take a few deep breaths first and expel whatever grudge you have against me. Do you see me getting all pissed off when I start fighting? Let’s see you start focusing then, ey?”

Shu wasn’t sure what he was needing right now and was just quite content at keeping quiet, trying to ignore everything else that was happening. He wasn’t in a very good place right now, he knew he was going to end up failing this whole training stuff so right now he had to rely on Aito to help him mentally. Maybe if he could see he was able to get better he might be able to train, but as it stood now he was weak and barely able to stand up for himself. Quite okay with leaving everything until tomorrow he stared at Aito before squeaking when Leto suddenly started yelling, making him worry that something was wrong. When nothing really seemed to be wrong he frowned, looking back down to the ground with his shoulders raised. Hearing what play therapy was certainly made him a little confused, it almost sounded like he would need to picture the toys as being part of answers in some way. Keeping his gaze low for a moment he soon looked up, tilting his head a little. “I think I understand. Maybe…maybe see what it’s like, then maybe can decide if helpful. Can maybe see what it like now? I don’t think I’m going to get to train today, anyway…”

Kiton didn’t like how Aito was talking to him, like there was a massive pressure for him to either stay or leave. He didn’t know what he wanted yet but they all made it sound as if it was all going to be a matter of urgency that he’d decide. Keeping his head low for a moment he gasped when Leto was already up and about, turning to him angrily as he came over with nothing but excuses for his poor entrance. “If you don’t mind…” he mumbled a groan, staring at Leto before watching him make a mad dash back as if he wasn’t the one who was supposed to be in control. Sighing heavily, he soon started to walk towards him, feeling particularly annoyed. “There’s nothing for me to wait for! This isn’t my training! I’m not even supposed to be out of my room! Remember?”