Shu was dead set on taking Takeshi with him at a fairly quick pace, even though he wasn’t entirely sure where he was going in this place. He was never really good at this sort of thing, he was more of a follower than a leader so where he was going was being played completely on instinct. He would have to shove Takeshi out front if he was going to find out where they were going to go in the end, but probably when Takeshi told him he was going the wrong way. “I’m no crazy! You crazy for wearing shoes!” he giggled, bouncing on his toes, “Uuonoe no far! No far at all! Maybe kind of far, but not really! Not really sure how far planets are or how fast we go…” Trying to not think about it too much he squeaked when Takeshi stopped him, thinking he had gone the wrong way before he was prodded on the head. Rubbing his head quickly he stared up at him, tilting his head a little before giggling, bouncing on in the direction Takeshi had pointed in. “Okay! We go that way! To playtime!”

Viral let out a groan at Vegeta’s confident words regarding Aito, looking away momentarily before back at him lazily. He didn’t believe in such a thing, eventually Aito was going to ask for second opinions and just end up pulling him away from this. “You only consider the chances by percentages and other data…” He really didn’t want anybody to notice his mental condition and the longer Vegeta hanged out with him the higher the chances he was going to get called out for it. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to get all worried over him again, he just wanted this to pass. Staring at Vegeta lazily as he went over what was just said to him he barely took note of how Vegeta was giving him a silent staring at, frowning when he noticed before looking away with a grunt. He didn’t like it when he did that, it meant he was being analysed to see if anything was wrong. Disliking how he was looking he only looked back when Vegeta ceased staring at him and decided to move onto the subject of how they were going to deal with the Beastmen without Korian losing his top again. “Hmph, you have fair assumptions that people can handle fifteen more of me…” he muttered, rubbing his head, “Don’t even know how different they are compared to me…or how advanced they are…”