T’charrl let out a groan, slowly sinking further down before letting out a long sigh. “I don’t know…I mean, you’re really strong and tall and have nice colours! I barely have any shine to my coat and I’m really small and skinny still! I thought by now I would have some muscles after fighting in space, but I can still feel my bones very easily! My wings are nice and shiny I guess…but the pattern’s kind of evil and scary and probably puts people off…” He really didn’t understand how anyone could like him in such a way, there was so much about him that was just off-putting and he recognised all of them. Maybe listening and seeing Takeshi’s reactions influenced him a little bit, but he had always thought that to himself and the reason why he was often rejected by others. He was pretty self-conscious about his looks, especially when that was often one of the biggest deciding factors when it came to finding a mate. Having a bit of a groan to himself he looked up at his father who agreed on the matter, his eyes going to the fruits briefly before down again. “Maybe…I mean, will I even change much? It’s hard to remember what I was like before…”

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Aito was throwing all these things his way without even consideration to how he might feel about it, almost like it was a big ‘whatever’ to him to tell him these things. He had spent his entire life trying to meet everyone’s expectations and yet all of that was just being dismissed by Aito like it was no big deal. So long he had spent desperately trying to find his place and fit in somewhere, he thought he knew where he belonged but apparently that was not the case at all. It didn’t matter what Aito said at this point, he wasn’t part of Aito’s ‘us’ or ‘we’ and never was he going to be, he didn’t belong in his world. He wasn’t constructed out of love or family, he was made for a corporation with a purpose with all the frustrations that came with making a big project. Growling to himself in frustration he scratched his head in frustration, not buying anything that Aito was telling him as something he was capable of. “You were never born for a purpose! You don’t know how long it’s been!”

Just getting angry again he stopped himself from getting angrier when Aito spoke about letting Vegeta in on the sessions too, his gaze narrowing as he went on to say what would be happening once Vegeta was here. He didn’t want to speak to him, he had no reason to speak to him and Vegeta probably didn’t want to speak with him either. Just what good was that going to do him? All he’d do is get angry at Vegeta instead. That was probably Aito’s intention, he was probably already fed up with him and that was the solution to getting things done but with the help of someone else taking all the backlash. He didn’t see any other reason behind it. With growing frustrations he slowly shook his head, his hand still pressed against it as Aito tried to give him praise that was just not landing, especially after the fact he just said he was made to also be a babysitter. That was just a straight up lie: Vegeta wasn’t even planned until after he was created. “Are you calling me simple minded? Regardless, maybe it will…but who knows anymore. What would come next? Testing out my babysitting skills? How much more did it cost you to make me over hiring a nanny for your future child…” he spoke rather bitterly, not really looking at Aito, “Your company must have a lot of money to burn if that’s what you were spending it on back then. What a great meaningful existence this has been. No wonder I was being auctioned off, no wonder any of this happened…just what use was I to have around after that? An expensive waste of space who might’ve well had belonged to the RRA! At least they would’ve used me to my full potential! I would’ve destroyed everything that stood in their path…those humans would never stand a chance…”