"So stop putting so much into being a twin and be your own guy?" Kabocha suggested, smiling at Kai. "Seriously, you two fight together very well, but it doesn't mean you have to do EVERYTHING together. Did you honestly expect to be around him for the entirety of your lives? I mean come on Kai, you had to have seen this coming." He knew enough about siblings that they would separate after some time. The fact that Kai and Choi were still together was due to their assigned squad, otherwise they'd have been split apart just like any other Saiyan children. The only reason he figured the Princes still had one another was because they more or less needed the other, and it was probably some weird Earth thing too. To Kabocha his friend was putting way too much stock into being a twin and not enough about being his own person for a change. Probably easier said than done, but to him it seemed like a perfectly fine answer. 

"Dude, no way would I get my parents confused! My dad is a short coward and my mom's a tall psycho, they don't even look remotely similar." Rolling his eyes in exasperation Kabocha folded his arms across his chest again, shaking his head. "I was kidding anyways man, chill. I know you two well enough that you're two totally different guys, regardless of how you look. I'm just picking on a teammate, that's all. Now come on," he paused, reaching out and smacking Kai's arm lightly. "Let's find some rooms huh? Then we can head to the mess hall and finally get some food in our stomachs."

Yumi probably ought to have asked about Viral, but didn't feel the need to. There had been no indication of any problems thus far, and knowing him he'd want somewhere to go and relax by himself once given the chance. Once she was through here maybe she'd try to slink off and see him, at the very least to offer to help him find a room. First things first, it was time to get admissions out of the way. As adamant as she was about sharing her feelings it was quite nerve-wracking to do so, and she was scarcely thrilled with this feeling she was getting. Nonetheless she had eventually come out and said it, albeit after some beating around the bush. How would Choi react to her feelings though? If she weren't so embarrassed for saying that she'd be checking his features for some kind of reaction, instead hiding her face. It was only when he began to speak that she was able to look back at him, earnestly surprised by his response.

"So... Is that a yes?" Yumi asked, giving Choi a puzzled look. It sounded like a yes, but she was cautious to be sure. In his usual manner of rambling it sounded like he agreed to her proposal, and instantly a wide albeit meek smile crossed her face. Oh this was a happy day, she now had herself a boyfriend! Choi of all people, a boy whose head she had been quite intent on tearing off not two days prior was now going to be the one she'd spend the most time with out of anyone. How strange that sounded, and yet it felt just right. Hearing the apologies coming from Choi she felt awfully conflicted as how to reply, not knowing what was okay or not as far as their interactions were concerned. This whole concept of dating was pretty much theory to her, she knew how it was done but had never practiced it. Finally deciding on showing her support and to brush aside the past she quickly threw her arms around the Saiyan's neck, smiling as she hid her blushing visage against his shoulder. 

"I don't blame you for what happened, not anymore," she said gently, giving a small shake of her head. "You had no other choice, and I wouldn't want you to have to lose your dad or even Kai. You did what you had to, and it worked out in the end." Ultimately she was okay, for the most part. Pulling her face from Choi's shoulder she smiled sweetly, freeing one hand up to tap his nose playfully. "Besides, I got some cute ears out of it that my boyfriend seems to love. What could be bad about that?"

"Sounds good buddy, I'll be waiting." Even if Shu couldn't read his sense of direction was fine, he'd get to the healing room no problem. Takeshi took off his scouter after his brother finished talking, setting it down on the console and getting back into his seat. Well, now was the calm before the next storm, judging by how things usually went. Goodness knows what would be thrown their way next. Sighing softly to himself the Saiyan rotated his chair, propping his legs up on the corner of the console and folding his arms across his chest. Whatever it was they'd be ready, that much he was confident of. With all the strength they had as a team now they could tackle near any obstacle.