Shu didn’t know what they would do if Takeshi couldn’t remember the name, it was probably the worst thing to happen right now when they were so close to knowing more. They were suddenly very far away from knowing more, probably no further than where they were yesterday. Letting out a sigh and lowering his head, he too tried to remember what their name was and what they had to say to get him to respond. It was pretty hard when he was stressed out, like he wanted to run away and up a tree to escape his troubles. Maybe they should had asked someone to repeat it before they left, just to refresh their memories, “What do we do…? It’s hard having faith when all you hear is bad news and I don’t want the guy to die just because we’re curious…a-and what if we ask it wrong?? What happens then? Do we never find out? How do we find someone we don’t know about?”

The twins had just been relaxing in the living area while Yumi and Kabocha cleaned up, having done their share for now until they were bribed with guilt into doing something else. It was fairly exhausting when they had been running on fumes last night, but this morning was a lot easier and everything was prepared without a thing burned. Sitting in silence with nerves running through both the boys, the moment voices could be heard from the kitchen Choi perked up a little. Kai continued to ignore it, he didn’t want any part in whatever was discussed when it was just Yumi and Kabocha in there. It was hard enough when Vegeta was still lingering, but thankfully Viral was outside so they didn’t have to worry about him right now.

With the voices getting a little louder, Kai eventually turned to look but just let out a sigh, looking away again and tried to encourage Choi to as well. With the sound of Yumi becoming fairly angry and eventually shouting right back at him, Choi immediately looked away until Yumi had left in a rage, not wanting to even look at her until she had her back turned to them. Grinning a little at his brother, Choi eventually stood up and crept over to the kitchen, peering in at Kabocha, “…You really have trouble with women, don’t you?” he commented, shaking his head, “When will you learn to just not talk to them? Let them talk to you! Unless they think you don’t like women, then dang…”