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Kai really saw there being no way they would ever be considered a noble just because they were soldiers, especially when there was probably thousands more capable than both him and his brother. They weren’t particularly memorable other than being twins and that wouldn’t be enough to consider them nobles because they won some war. He just didn’t see how people would accept that, not to mention there was no way it would bring them anything more than what they already had. “Even if they take notice of us and decide to give us a ‘reward’ like becoming a noble, just what is it supposed to change about us?” he asked looking quite suspicious about what kind of answer he’d receive, “You can’t make thousands upon thousands nobles just because of some war. Back when your father’s grandfather was fighting it would’ve been on a much smaller scale. It would had just been the Saiyans…”
“Now that I think about it, there are loads of other races in this war too, huh?” Choi sighed, scratching his head briefly, “Isn’t there hundreds more qualified than us too?” It would be a pretty broken social system if everyone who fought could be a noble, not to mention there was the point of what even did a noble do that was different from being a normal citizen. He wasn’t too bothered by it all, so long as they didn’t end up homeless after the war. “Kitchen losers?? Excuse you but the kitchen is a very respectable place to be! You know we could easily poison you if we wanted to? Wait, you consider us your best friends? Heh, thought you were only putting up with us because we’re on the same team…”
Viral was generally fed up with the Rebels the moment he met them, especially when he had such a terrible start and first impression. They didn’t like him because of what he had done when he was with the Saiyans, even if he had been under the control of someone else. He had still shown he could be a monster when allowed to do terrible things under command so maybe they shouldn’t be blamed for that. He still didn’t like being around those who knew what he had done and were probably hiding their hatred for him. Yumi didn’t seem to know what to think about when it came to the Rebels herself, but of course she didn’t know them as well as he did. She was really naïve when it came to these issues of war and what people could survive on when it came to space travel. Sighing lightly he grew a little fed up, but when Yumi invaded his personal space he gave her a staring at, narrowing his gaze.
He really didn’t know if she was just saying that on the fly or if she was being serious because that was not a particularly smart thing to say. It didn’t much make sense either, there was too much they would have to watch out for after the battle. “They’ll want to know who sent us…and then there’s Leto. No doubt he’ll be talking after this”. As the ship came into land Viral got prepared by unbuckling his harness and held onto the top of his seat as he stood, balancing fairly easily as he waited for the signal. It didn’t seem as if they were going to be able to get much closer to the ground before the hatch was open and the signal to leave was given. Looking to the pilot in annoyance at the place he decided to almost land at he gave Yumi a quick glance before heading out after Leto and the other soldiers. That big idiot was already heading out without them like he was the main hero here which certainly managed to piss him off already. While the rest could fly he had to jump out and run after Leto, hardly managing to stop his way onward like Leto could as he was more soft-footed than the big idiot. “Are you trying to split us apart, you imbecile??”
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T’charrl was pretty happy to hear all that, he was certain he wasn’t going to get a telling off if the tree was alright. He had been its friend since he was little and he had caused it to overgrow like that so it was his fault it was as it was now. “Oh, really? T-That’s…really good…” He didn’t like the thought that he might’ve left his world in a bit of a state after leaving so suddenly, he did want to help fix things but luckily his family had fixed everything for him. He was feeling happier to say the least, even if he was still needing to be fixed up himself. To be stuck unable to fix his own body while his powers had caused things to escalate pretty badly stressed him out a lot, but maybe soon he might be able to find a way to manage all that and limit the stress he was going through by hopefully a lot. He wondered how many people he had upset because of what he had done, knowing he had destroyed people’s homes as well by being so hasty. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do though, he was panicking pretty badly when it was his first time changing like that. He barely knew who he was until Takeshi’s friends called out his name which made it even worse for him to bear.
Hearing about what had been going on had him feeling a little nervous, however. He had seen what it was like in Space and how hard it was to survive sometimes and if their discoveries were getting to the point where it would benefit their species he didn’t know if that would end with them all in Space too. It sounded like so much had happened while he was gone, like several decades of progress in such a short time and it was scaring him, especially when he was used to everything going so slow and having to scrape a living together even as a royal family. He didn’t know why his family were so happy about it, but maybe he should try to be happy about it too and hope that nothing terrible would come of it. “A new world? Oh uhh, that sounds uhh…kind of scary, but I believe it will be okay…I hope”. Frowning a little, he looked to his father as he reminisced about his position and their ancestry, disliking the thought that it was all going to end if things continued to progress. “I-I’ll still be a soldier! I’ll keep it going! I mean, warfare and battling is in our blood and I don’t want that to disappear. There’s much worse threats out there than just our kind and I want to be able to keep battling until I can’t anymore! There may be no more wars here, but out there it’s a whole new world of struggling and fighting…”
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Shu felt mildly interested, but he wasn’t sure how he’d do all tied down and on a strange machine that moved seemingly on its own. It couldn’t be that much different than being in a vehicle and that freaked him out a bit, but this was all therapy work and he was supposed to get over that meaning he had to be brave. He needed to be able to put up with this and brave through the day that was supposed to be really fun, especially as everyone else around him was having lots of fun themselves. He was going to try and be brave, he was supposed to be a Saiyan and not afraid of things that people younger than him were able to do with ease and enjoyment. Gasping a little when Sasha ended up suggesting going for the fruit first he stared at her for a moment before giving a quick nod, trying to keep up with her as she took him along to a stall to get some. Feeling curious, he watched the entire process and stared at the fruit as they finally got one, gently taking his from her when offered before giving it a thoughtful sniff.
He didn’t know what to make of a day like this. Everything was happening because he had problems and not because they actually wanted to go. He wondered how things might had changed if he never did get treatment and was just going to continue going about his daily life, he probably wouldn’t had come to a place like this. Licking at the fruit thoughtfully he squeaked a little before staring at it, feeling quite mesmerised by how sweet and unique it tasted. Feeling a little better for just a moment he squeaked when he heard Ricken sounding quite angry behind him, turning to see he was having a bit of a fight with Takeshi. Not really knowing what was going on he frowned deeply, hiding his expression behind the fruit.
They were here to have fun today but he couldn’t quite figure out whether they were having fun themselves, all three of them. They were already fussing over seemingly nothing all while expressing general dislike over one another. He felt it was his fault a little bit, it was because of him that they were all together today. Licking at his fruit before having a nibble he stared out thoughtfully, trying to work everything out in his head before looking up at Sasha when she mentioned his name. Staring at her, he listened to what there was to offer before turning to Ricken who made a suggestion. “Prizes…?” he repeated before squeaking when he placed a hand on his shoulder, looking to it thoughtfully before back up at him. “Oooh, a kid like me?” Not really knowing what he was talking about he gasped as he was forced to turn around and pushed forward, his feet hurrying along as he continued to try and eat at his fruit. Maybe this was normal, so he had to act like he normally would in return and continued along, hoping he was doing everything correctly himself to keep the others happy with him and not end up fighting again. “W-What kind of games is there? How do you get toys…?”
“Now that I think about it, there are loads of other races in this war too, huh?” Choi sighed, scratching his head briefly, “Isn’t there hundreds more qualified than us too?” It would be a pretty broken social system if everyone who fought could be a noble, not to mention there was the point of what even did a noble do that was different from being a normal citizen. He wasn’t too bothered by it all, so long as they didn’t end up homeless after the war. “Kitchen losers?? Excuse you but the kitchen is a very respectable place to be! You know we could easily poison you if we wanted to? Wait, you consider us your best friends? Heh, thought you were only putting up with us because we’re on the same team…”
Viral was generally fed up with the Rebels the moment he met them, especially when he had such a terrible start and first impression. They didn’t like him because of what he had done when he was with the Saiyans, even if he had been under the control of someone else. He had still shown he could be a monster when allowed to do terrible things under command so maybe they shouldn’t be blamed for that. He still didn’t like being around those who knew what he had done and were probably hiding their hatred for him. Yumi didn’t seem to know what to think about when it came to the Rebels herself, but of course she didn’t know them as well as he did. She was really naïve when it came to these issues of war and what people could survive on when it came to space travel. Sighing lightly he grew a little fed up, but when Yumi invaded his personal space he gave her a staring at, narrowing his gaze.
He really didn’t know if she was just saying that on the fly or if she was being serious because that was not a particularly smart thing to say. It didn’t much make sense either, there was too much they would have to watch out for after the battle. “They’ll want to know who sent us…and then there’s Leto. No doubt he’ll be talking after this”. As the ship came into land Viral got prepared by unbuckling his harness and held onto the top of his seat as he stood, balancing fairly easily as he waited for the signal. It didn’t seem as if they were going to be able to get much closer to the ground before the hatch was open and the signal to leave was given. Looking to the pilot in annoyance at the place he decided to almost land at he gave Yumi a quick glance before heading out after Leto and the other soldiers. That big idiot was already heading out without them like he was the main hero here which certainly managed to piss him off already. While the rest could fly he had to jump out and run after Leto, hardly managing to stop his way onward like Leto could as he was more soft-footed than the big idiot. “Are you trying to split us apart, you imbecile??”
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T’charrl was pretty happy to hear all that, he was certain he wasn’t going to get a telling off if the tree was alright. He had been its friend since he was little and he had caused it to overgrow like that so it was his fault it was as it was now. “Oh, really? T-That’s…really good…” He didn’t like the thought that he might’ve left his world in a bit of a state after leaving so suddenly, he did want to help fix things but luckily his family had fixed everything for him. He was feeling happier to say the least, even if he was still needing to be fixed up himself. To be stuck unable to fix his own body while his powers had caused things to escalate pretty badly stressed him out a lot, but maybe soon he might be able to find a way to manage all that and limit the stress he was going through by hopefully a lot. He wondered how many people he had upset because of what he had done, knowing he had destroyed people’s homes as well by being so hasty. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do though, he was panicking pretty badly when it was his first time changing like that. He barely knew who he was until Takeshi’s friends called out his name which made it even worse for him to bear.
Hearing about what had been going on had him feeling a little nervous, however. He had seen what it was like in Space and how hard it was to survive sometimes and if their discoveries were getting to the point where it would benefit their species he didn’t know if that would end with them all in Space too. It sounded like so much had happened while he was gone, like several decades of progress in such a short time and it was scaring him, especially when he was used to everything going so slow and having to scrape a living together even as a royal family. He didn’t know why his family were so happy about it, but maybe he should try to be happy about it too and hope that nothing terrible would come of it. “A new world? Oh uhh, that sounds uhh…kind of scary, but I believe it will be okay…I hope”. Frowning a little, he looked to his father as he reminisced about his position and their ancestry, disliking the thought that it was all going to end if things continued to progress. “I-I’ll still be a soldier! I’ll keep it going! I mean, warfare and battling is in our blood and I don’t want that to disappear. There’s much worse threats out there than just our kind and I want to be able to keep battling until I can’t anymore! There may be no more wars here, but out there it’s a whole new world of struggling and fighting…”
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Shu felt mildly interested, but he wasn’t sure how he’d do all tied down and on a strange machine that moved seemingly on its own. It couldn’t be that much different than being in a vehicle and that freaked him out a bit, but this was all therapy work and he was supposed to get over that meaning he had to be brave. He needed to be able to put up with this and brave through the day that was supposed to be really fun, especially as everyone else around him was having lots of fun themselves. He was going to try and be brave, he was supposed to be a Saiyan and not afraid of things that people younger than him were able to do with ease and enjoyment. Gasping a little when Sasha ended up suggesting going for the fruit first he stared at her for a moment before giving a quick nod, trying to keep up with her as she took him along to a stall to get some. Feeling curious, he watched the entire process and stared at the fruit as they finally got one, gently taking his from her when offered before giving it a thoughtful sniff.
He didn’t know what to make of a day like this. Everything was happening because he had problems and not because they actually wanted to go. He wondered how things might had changed if he never did get treatment and was just going to continue going about his daily life, he probably wouldn’t had come to a place like this. Licking at the fruit thoughtfully he squeaked a little before staring at it, feeling quite mesmerised by how sweet and unique it tasted. Feeling a little better for just a moment he squeaked when he heard Ricken sounding quite angry behind him, turning to see he was having a bit of a fight with Takeshi. Not really knowing what was going on he frowned deeply, hiding his expression behind the fruit.
They were here to have fun today but he couldn’t quite figure out whether they were having fun themselves, all three of them. They were already fussing over seemingly nothing all while expressing general dislike over one another. He felt it was his fault a little bit, it was because of him that they were all together today. Licking at his fruit before having a nibble he stared out thoughtfully, trying to work everything out in his head before looking up at Sasha when she mentioned his name. Staring at her, he listened to what there was to offer before turning to Ricken who made a suggestion. “Prizes…?” he repeated before squeaking when he placed a hand on his shoulder, looking to it thoughtfully before back up at him. “Oooh, a kid like me?” Not really knowing what he was talking about he gasped as he was forced to turn around and pushed forward, his feet hurrying along as he continued to try and eat at his fruit. Maybe this was normal, so he had to act like he normally would in return and continued along, hoping he was doing everything correctly himself to keep the others happy with him and not end up fighting again. “W-What kind of games is there? How do you get toys…?”
“You can’t just change the meaning of a word and position just because of some war being over…” Kai sighed, not understanding why Kabocha couldn’t get it into his head, “Heroes are not the same thing as nobles, not to mention they’re often quickly forgotten. I don’t see how the soldiers will be seen as heroes over the commanders and captains…” That would be a long shot, all the soldiers being treated like heroes too. They would be known as veterans forever and then be forgotten about, most likely. Who cared anyway, once it was over they’d probably either keep fighting evil or live with their father, maybe even travel. Kai didn’t really know what they’d be doing or what Choi wanted to do in the end. It was all pretty difficult in the end, having to decide what was going on in your future when you still relied on someone else for company who might want to do something else with the rest of their life.
Choi wasn’t really believing Kabocha either, finding it to be a little strange that someone would be considered a noble because they were part of a war. That wasn’t how society worked, he learned that a long time ago. Nobles were born rather than made, it had always been like that. “Yeahhhh don’t you have to be of a high class in your blood too? I’m pretty sure we’ve got blood that noble females wouldn’t want in their family, anyway”, he sighed, looking elsewhere, “You may be told you can be anything, but not everyone’s special like that. I thought that much was pretty well known…heh, I guess you were never told because you’re a rich kid who don’t need no education on the struggles of society, huh? Heh!”
Viral groaned lightly at Yumi’s little fussing over the Saiyans, seeing it as pointless to try and question it. There was always going to be people thinking they were doing good on each side and those who thought of the other side as evil, she just so happened to think the Saiyans were all evil for what they did. To him, the Rebels removing worlds out of the Saiyan’s control just made things worse, sending the planet into political chaos rather than curing it from what they would call tyrannical control. “Every world we’ve been to so far that has been under their control has been populated by bestial races of a primitive nature…races that could make it into space with confidence. To remove that control is like giving fire to cavemen and telling them to deal with it themselves…” Viral remained very bitter towards the Rebels because of their actions and decision making, especially when he didn’t see if they had control over the situations they left the other planets in. It couldn’t be too many planets they had managed to seize control of, but so far the ones that the Saiyans had no control over but the Rebels did were planets filled with civilised high-tech species. They probably didn’t know how to handle the more primitive type and he sure as hell hadn’t seen evidence that they knew how to.
Simply glancing over at Yumi when she spoke of her doubts over the Rebels as well he simply looked away when the pilot called out to tell them of their progress, his eyes soon glancing to the streak of burning atmosphere as they began to enter the planet’s system. So they were finally going to land and now they had to get prepared, but with Leto having second thoughts about going to this planet that was apparently his homeworld Viral was having some regrets. He could barely handle one Leto nevermind a whole world of them. Groaning lightly he slowly sat up, looking elsewhere. “You don’t know if the Rebels are any better than the Saiyans, is that it?” he questioned her, letting out a sigh, “Until I see for myself that they are doing better than the Saiyans, I’ll never willingly call them my allies. Politics aren’t my forte, anyway…”
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T’charrl opened his mouth before simply sighing as he was told about the tree, eventually smiling. “Great…that’s great. It was still mad at me for doing what I did, but I think it was more afraid of the surface harming it and stealing fruit…” That would be a pain for the tree, especially when the fruit was sacred and had to be gifted rather than picked. They only had a few monks down below that could look after the tree without talking to it and know when the fruit was being gifted, so training more for the surface would probably be a fair big problem. If the tree got mad it would stop fruiting altogether and stop providing the underground with light and keep the cities safe from wild beasts. It would be a bad time all around until it was given a happier existence again. Feeling like a lot of worry had been taken away from him he looked to Haku as he commented on the kingdom. “Really? Oh uhh…t-thanks…” It was hard to make a proper comment when he had lived here all his life so was familiar with everything, he was just so used to everything.
Smiling a little, he looked to his father at the mention of the civilian situation and how society was getting on. It was nice to know that they were gaining allies now that there was no more fighting between nations, but he didn’t know if it was a good thing when he didn’t know what they were planning to offer. There was always a reason for them to want to talk to them, but he wasn’t a diplomat and was best keeping out of all that political stuff. Not particularly wanting to think about it his interest changed when his father decided to mention some new technology, one that made him a little nervous. “Uhh…technology…here? From Earth? What? It’s not something the other kingdoms are after…right?”
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Shu gave Aito a quick nod before looking down again, feeling a little nervous already. Even if Aito said he shouldn’t feel overwhelmed from the treatments while they were happening he was already feeling quite overwhelmed, knowing it was all going to happen to him. “Ooohhhh…o-okay. I get, I get…” He didn’t know if he liked the attention, even if he was going to get better. He was a little scared that it would end in some change in his personality or something, that he wouldn’t be ‘Shu’ anymore because there was so much wrong with him that had to be fixed. As his attention just slowly disappeared he squeaked when Aito told him there was no more for today and that he was okay to go to this festival thing.
Nodding a little he looked to Takeshi, nodding a little before squeaking as he was poked. Rubbing his forehead as he got off the chair he stared at Takeshi for a moment before his attention went to Sasha as she took hold of his hand. Tilting his head he soon smiled and bounced a little, squeaking happily. “Ooh! Not really sure what a festival is, but it sounds fun!” Maybe it was like a party or the tournament, but he wouldn’t know until he went there and saw what there was on offer. Feeling rather curious now he continued on with her, looking around quickly as he heard music before gasping at the sight of the strange structures ahead. He hadn’t seen these things before, he had no idea where they all came from at all. Bouncing as he walked along with Sasha he turned his attention to the large machine, feeling a little intimidated by the size of it. “Sit in chair and move? Ride it? Is it like a ship…? Where the candied thing Mister Aito said?”
Choi wasn’t really believing Kabocha either, finding it to be a little strange that someone would be considered a noble because they were part of a war. That wasn’t how society worked, he learned that a long time ago. Nobles were born rather than made, it had always been like that. “Yeahhhh don’t you have to be of a high class in your blood too? I’m pretty sure we’ve got blood that noble females wouldn’t want in their family, anyway”, he sighed, looking elsewhere, “You may be told you can be anything, but not everyone’s special like that. I thought that much was pretty well known…heh, I guess you were never told because you’re a rich kid who don’t need no education on the struggles of society, huh? Heh!”
Viral groaned lightly at Yumi’s little fussing over the Saiyans, seeing it as pointless to try and question it. There was always going to be people thinking they were doing good on each side and those who thought of the other side as evil, she just so happened to think the Saiyans were all evil for what they did. To him, the Rebels removing worlds out of the Saiyan’s control just made things worse, sending the planet into political chaos rather than curing it from what they would call tyrannical control. “Every world we’ve been to so far that has been under their control has been populated by bestial races of a primitive nature…races that could make it into space with confidence. To remove that control is like giving fire to cavemen and telling them to deal with it themselves…” Viral remained very bitter towards the Rebels because of their actions and decision making, especially when he didn’t see if they had control over the situations they left the other planets in. It couldn’t be too many planets they had managed to seize control of, but so far the ones that the Saiyans had no control over but the Rebels did were planets filled with civilised high-tech species. They probably didn’t know how to handle the more primitive type and he sure as hell hadn’t seen evidence that they knew how to.
Simply glancing over at Yumi when she spoke of her doubts over the Rebels as well he simply looked away when the pilot called out to tell them of their progress, his eyes soon glancing to the streak of burning atmosphere as they began to enter the planet’s system. So they were finally going to land and now they had to get prepared, but with Leto having second thoughts about going to this planet that was apparently his homeworld Viral was having some regrets. He could barely handle one Leto nevermind a whole world of them. Groaning lightly he slowly sat up, looking elsewhere. “You don’t know if the Rebels are any better than the Saiyans, is that it?” he questioned her, letting out a sigh, “Until I see for myself that they are doing better than the Saiyans, I’ll never willingly call them my allies. Politics aren’t my forte, anyway…”
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T’charrl opened his mouth before simply sighing as he was told about the tree, eventually smiling. “Great…that’s great. It was still mad at me for doing what I did, but I think it was more afraid of the surface harming it and stealing fruit…” That would be a pain for the tree, especially when the fruit was sacred and had to be gifted rather than picked. They only had a few monks down below that could look after the tree without talking to it and know when the fruit was being gifted, so training more for the surface would probably be a fair big problem. If the tree got mad it would stop fruiting altogether and stop providing the underground with light and keep the cities safe from wild beasts. It would be a bad time all around until it was given a happier existence again. Feeling like a lot of worry had been taken away from him he looked to Haku as he commented on the kingdom. “Really? Oh uhh…t-thanks…” It was hard to make a proper comment when he had lived here all his life so was familiar with everything, he was just so used to everything.
Smiling a little, he looked to his father at the mention of the civilian situation and how society was getting on. It was nice to know that they were gaining allies now that there was no more fighting between nations, but he didn’t know if it was a good thing when he didn’t know what they were planning to offer. There was always a reason for them to want to talk to them, but he wasn’t a diplomat and was best keeping out of all that political stuff. Not particularly wanting to think about it his interest changed when his father decided to mention some new technology, one that made him a little nervous. “Uhh…technology…here? From Earth? What? It’s not something the other kingdoms are after…right?”
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Shu gave Aito a quick nod before looking down again, feeling a little nervous already. Even if Aito said he shouldn’t feel overwhelmed from the treatments while they were happening he was already feeling quite overwhelmed, knowing it was all going to happen to him. “Ooohhhh…o-okay. I get, I get…” He didn’t know if he liked the attention, even if he was going to get better. He was a little scared that it would end in some change in his personality or something, that he wouldn’t be ‘Shu’ anymore because there was so much wrong with him that had to be fixed. As his attention just slowly disappeared he squeaked when Aito told him there was no more for today and that he was okay to go to this festival thing.
Nodding a little he looked to Takeshi, nodding a little before squeaking as he was poked. Rubbing his forehead as he got off the chair he stared at Takeshi for a moment before his attention went to Sasha as she took hold of his hand. Tilting his head he soon smiled and bounced a little, squeaking happily. “Ooh! Not really sure what a festival is, but it sounds fun!” Maybe it was like a party or the tournament, but he wouldn’t know until he went there and saw what there was on offer. Feeling rather curious now he continued on with her, looking around quickly as he heard music before gasping at the sight of the strange structures ahead. He hadn’t seen these things before, he had no idea where they all came from at all. Bouncing as he walked along with Sasha he turned his attention to the large machine, feeling a little intimidated by the size of it. “Sit in chair and move? Ride it? Is it like a ship…? Where the candied thing Mister Aito said?”
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Both Kai and Choi leaned away from Kabocha when he decided to get just that little bit closer, both of them staring at him quizzingly. There was surely someone out there who did have a care for them on the other side, they knew a lot of people out there and surely not all of them had forgotten about them. They were pretty quiet, sure, but it wasn’t as if twins wouldn’t be noticed normally especially when it wasn’t as if Saiyan twins were common. They were the most uncommon kind of Saiyan so there had to be some people out there who knew them and would be happy to know they were doing alright, not everyone they knew was a Saiyan loyalist after all. “Just because you were a noble doesn’t mean none of them care”, Kai interjected, waving his finger briefly before folding his arms, “Not many like nobles…”
“Yeahhhh, you were all kind of jerks to the servants…” Choi sighed, folding his arms as well. Kabocha was born into a wealthy family who had a lot of power while they were simply bred to be servants, their mother being some random Saiyan they didn’t know just told she had to have a kid. It was a different time a long time ago when Saiyans were rare after losing their home planet so breeding was just the way things were back then and probably still are now. He didn’t really care, he didn’t feel anything for his unknown mother when she wasn’t exactly interested in them. “Nobility a try? I don’t think nobility works like that, you know…” Choi sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “You’ve got to be born into it, anyway! We’re just the dirty bloods, bred for population rather than out of any feeling for family or heirs”.
Viral didn’t know if he should really be caring about going off to fight again, but his past experiences were definitely having an influence on his thought pattern. The rebels were pretty comfortable asking them to go to war for their cause because they were ‘free’ and not doing much else, they had no qualms asking these things as if it was a simple chore that had to be completed. Sure there were people in danger, but he had his own problems he still hadn’t dealt with that did affect his ability to fight. “Hmm right. Second nature…” he sighed before he slowly sat back and looked elsewhere, looking like he was close to drifting off to sleep. He wasn’t sure what to think about right now, he just didn’t want to have problems on a foreign planet where people were counting on him to do well. Glancing at Yumi as she spoke to herself he soon looked away again. “They don’t just attack worlds at random. There’s always a reason…” he spoke lowly, “Whether it’s to impress the King or if the planet’s causing trouble, spots of high criminal activity or biological interest. All the Elites were up to dealing with these worlds…even I have been responsible for such things. Once planets have space travel, they need policing…”
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T’charrl was pretty nervous but had still managed to eat something, seeing as how he was quite hungry and being able to control his hunger was something he hadn’t learned quite yet. He hated feeling always hungry for something, especially when the hunger was hard to define. He didn’t know whether it was for more power or for more food to gain more energy for more power; it all ended in a drive for power in the end, anyway. He really wanted to know why these things happened to him, but that’s why he was here. His people used to do this sort of thing, but since people like him were often killed off that kind of ‘spirit magic’ had become nearly extinct. He needed to have faith in his family and the fact that they knew how to help him.
As he continued to feel nervous he remained fairly quiet, not really knowing how he was supposed to act when he had a guest over due to not having anybody over before that wasn’t someone from the immediate group. Looking quickly to his father as he approached he gasped when he insisted he get off the chair and get going around the city. “Uhh! Yes! Yes I-I would like to see what’s been happening”, he spoke as he got to his feet, stepping away from it rather quickly before clasping his claws together, “Wait, what was there to add? Wasn’t everything okay? It’s not the tree, is it…?”
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Shu didn’t know if he was glad or concerned that he had been brought into this room with all these people only to be told he was having a day off before his treatments. Staring at Sasha as she explained the festival he soon looked down as he thought about it, humming for a moment before nodding quickly. “Lot of fun! Okay…okay. Not sure if been to one before…” He hadn’t really had time to go to some sort of event, the biggest thing he went to was the tournament but doing what they said was easier than trying to find his own way. Curious to what she was asking from Aito he tilted his head, frowning when he was naming things he didn’t particularly like. He was feeling a little embarrassed now that his fears were getting around, but maybe they were just trying to help after all.
Groaning a little under his breath he quickly looked up again when Aito spoke his name, staring at him curiously as he was asked a fairly important question. Now that was something he had no idea how to answer, he wasn’t really familiar with what the times of days were or when it would be best. He only knew a few times of the day and that was due to certain prompts. “Uhhh, maybe, umm…after food…? After morning food, sometime then…” he spoke, trying to remember what it was called but found it particularly difficult to think of the right words when he was feeling nervous, “I-I understand. Say everything! Bad stuff no get Shu! No change a thing…uhhh, w-what do, anyway? What do so that changes maybe be made if no good…?”
“Yeahhhh, you were all kind of jerks to the servants…” Choi sighed, folding his arms as well. Kabocha was born into a wealthy family who had a lot of power while they were simply bred to be servants, their mother being some random Saiyan they didn’t know just told she had to have a kid. It was a different time a long time ago when Saiyans were rare after losing their home planet so breeding was just the way things were back then and probably still are now. He didn’t really care, he didn’t feel anything for his unknown mother when she wasn’t exactly interested in them. “Nobility a try? I don’t think nobility works like that, you know…” Choi sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “You’ve got to be born into it, anyway! We’re just the dirty bloods, bred for population rather than out of any feeling for family or heirs”.
Viral didn’t know if he should really be caring about going off to fight again, but his past experiences were definitely having an influence on his thought pattern. The rebels were pretty comfortable asking them to go to war for their cause because they were ‘free’ and not doing much else, they had no qualms asking these things as if it was a simple chore that had to be completed. Sure there were people in danger, but he had his own problems he still hadn’t dealt with that did affect his ability to fight. “Hmm right. Second nature…” he sighed before he slowly sat back and looked elsewhere, looking like he was close to drifting off to sleep. He wasn’t sure what to think about right now, he just didn’t want to have problems on a foreign planet where people were counting on him to do well. Glancing at Yumi as she spoke to herself he soon looked away again. “They don’t just attack worlds at random. There’s always a reason…” he spoke lowly, “Whether it’s to impress the King or if the planet’s causing trouble, spots of high criminal activity or biological interest. All the Elites were up to dealing with these worlds…even I have been responsible for such things. Once planets have space travel, they need policing…”
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T’charrl was pretty nervous but had still managed to eat something, seeing as how he was quite hungry and being able to control his hunger was something he hadn’t learned quite yet. He hated feeling always hungry for something, especially when the hunger was hard to define. He didn’t know whether it was for more power or for more food to gain more energy for more power; it all ended in a drive for power in the end, anyway. He really wanted to know why these things happened to him, but that’s why he was here. His people used to do this sort of thing, but since people like him were often killed off that kind of ‘spirit magic’ had become nearly extinct. He needed to have faith in his family and the fact that they knew how to help him.
As he continued to feel nervous he remained fairly quiet, not really knowing how he was supposed to act when he had a guest over due to not having anybody over before that wasn’t someone from the immediate group. Looking quickly to his father as he approached he gasped when he insisted he get off the chair and get going around the city. “Uhh! Yes! Yes I-I would like to see what’s been happening”, he spoke as he got to his feet, stepping away from it rather quickly before clasping his claws together, “Wait, what was there to add? Wasn’t everything okay? It’s not the tree, is it…?”
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Shu didn’t know if he was glad or concerned that he had been brought into this room with all these people only to be told he was having a day off before his treatments. Staring at Sasha as she explained the festival he soon looked down as he thought about it, humming for a moment before nodding quickly. “Lot of fun! Okay…okay. Not sure if been to one before…” He hadn’t really had time to go to some sort of event, the biggest thing he went to was the tournament but doing what they said was easier than trying to find his own way. Curious to what she was asking from Aito he tilted his head, frowning when he was naming things he didn’t particularly like. He was feeling a little embarrassed now that his fears were getting around, but maybe they were just trying to help after all.
Groaning a little under his breath he quickly looked up again when Aito spoke his name, staring at him curiously as he was asked a fairly important question. Now that was something he had no idea how to answer, he wasn’t really familiar with what the times of days were or when it would be best. He only knew a few times of the day and that was due to certain prompts. “Uhhh, maybe, umm…after food…? After morning food, sometime then…” he spoke, trying to remember what it was called but found it particularly difficult to think of the right words when he was feeling nervous, “I-I understand. Say everything! Bad stuff no get Shu! No change a thing…uhhh, w-what do, anyway? What do so that changes maybe be made if no good…?”
@shylarahHe doesn't even know hugs exist lol
Well waiting until I was more refreshed didn't really seem to help too much...
Cecil was barely able to balance when Amuné decided to jump at him, not entirely understand what he was supposed to do about this. He didn’t like how she was clinging onto him but he also didn’t know what he was supposed to do about it. Raising his hands he soon backed off, looking to the others as they made their escape he backed off. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say to them, but what he did know was that he wanted to get out of here just as much as everyone else. Watching as one retrieved a weapon he frowned, not really understanding what they were wanting from him. “Uhh…my way? But I-…uhhh…” He didn’t know what way he was supposed to go or if he should wait for the others to find him.
Thankfully, before he could even try to make the decision for himself Ethan had found him, sighing lightly he tried to pull Amuné off him, but he didn’t really know how that was supposed to happen when she wasn’t letting go. “Ethan! I, uhh, didn’t want to do any of this fighting…but they were in the way…” He wanted to try and justify what he did to the men to clear the way, but Ethan was probably going to be mad at him no matter what he did. He helped Amuné and other people he didn’t recognise so that had to justify doing what he did to those men. Not knowing if he had helped justify himself in any way he continued on, not knowing what to do about Amuné hindering his movement.
Following after Ethan he remained quiet, holding the back of Amuné’s clothes as if it was helping him keep balance. He wasn’t that much taller than her so having her hold onto him like this was making it pretty difficult to walk. Not knowing much about the proper social queues he was supposed to undertake with all the death around he tried not to look at anyone, keeping fairly silent for now as he instead tried to find sight of the others. Luckily to cut the awkward silence Nymira was in sight and willing to talk, staring at her for a moment before frowning. “I didn’t know where to go…” He only found his way because of Wyth, he wasn’t very good at directions otherwise. While he was feeling the relief of finding a little calm after the storm he frowned at her suggestion. “Something about the building? What is a grave…?”
While he didn’t have much of a clue about what she meant he was fine with moving away from that thought and getting out of here. He didn’t want to be surrounded by all this violence for much too long, he wanted to get out of here. Once they were out he was surprised by the sight of the guard, almost feeling like he should be trying to flee at this point just in case he got into trouble. Looking to the captured man quietly he frowned, trying to keep out of their conversation without asking too many questions. Mention of needing a healer had Cecil looking to Nymira to see what she had wrong with her but was startled when Nymira decided to decline further conversation. “W-We should…maybe go…” he spoke lowly, frowning a little, “That would’ve attracted a lot of attention and you’re all hurt. We should find a healer quickly and go get the cart as fast as possible…”
Thankfully, before he could even try to make the decision for himself Ethan had found him, sighing lightly he tried to pull Amuné off him, but he didn’t really know how that was supposed to happen when she wasn’t letting go. “Ethan! I, uhh, didn’t want to do any of this fighting…but they were in the way…” He wanted to try and justify what he did to the men to clear the way, but Ethan was probably going to be mad at him no matter what he did. He helped Amuné and other people he didn’t recognise so that had to justify doing what he did to those men. Not knowing if he had helped justify himself in any way he continued on, not knowing what to do about Amuné hindering his movement.
Following after Ethan he remained quiet, holding the back of Amuné’s clothes as if it was helping him keep balance. He wasn’t that much taller than her so having her hold onto him like this was making it pretty difficult to walk. Not knowing much about the proper social queues he was supposed to undertake with all the death around he tried not to look at anyone, keeping fairly silent for now as he instead tried to find sight of the others. Luckily to cut the awkward silence Nymira was in sight and willing to talk, staring at her for a moment before frowning. “I didn’t know where to go…” He only found his way because of Wyth, he wasn’t very good at directions otherwise. While he was feeling the relief of finding a little calm after the storm he frowned at her suggestion. “Something about the building? What is a grave…?”
While he didn’t have much of a clue about what she meant he was fine with moving away from that thought and getting out of here. He didn’t want to be surrounded by all this violence for much too long, he wanted to get out of here. Once they were out he was surprised by the sight of the guard, almost feeling like he should be trying to flee at this point just in case he got into trouble. Looking to the captured man quietly he frowned, trying to keep out of their conversation without asking too many questions. Mention of needing a healer had Cecil looking to Nymira to see what she had wrong with her but was startled when Nymira decided to decline further conversation. “W-We should…maybe go…” he spoke lowly, frowning a little, “That would’ve attracted a lot of attention and you’re all hurt. We should find a healer quickly and go get the cart as fast as possible…”
I'll post tomorrow so you know when! Just been busy this weekend helping my sister move so I'm a bit drained. Got half of the post done, but don't want to try and force it.
T’charrl didn’t know what the reception of his return was going to be like but he had hoped it would be a quiet one, instead everything somewhat exploded and he was barely given a moment to relax. He had to say hello to everyone and explain what had been going on, whether he was okay and what was bothering him. It was all a big farce in the end, especially when he just wanted to sit down for a moment and take in the fresh air of his home planet. He was worried that his mother might be mad at him for not saying much through communications when there was a functioning radio, but she seemed alright and just happy that he was home. He had taken all his gifts he got from the other planet with him too, he didn’t want to leave them anywhere randomly, they might get damaged if he left them somewhere he didn’t fully have trust in for them to keep safe. He didn’t have too much in his own room so there was space, and even then there was plenty of empty rooms in the palace that he could use to keep things safe.
T’charrl was feeling pretty settled otherwise, even though he knew he was here for more than just chilling out with his family. There was a lot he had to do and he didn’t know how he was going to accomplish any of it, especially when he didn’t even know where to start. He did eventually try to talk about it to see if there was anything that had changed since he had left previously, but there was still uncertainty. Hearing that the way to go about it was meditations and all that wasn’t exactly helpful, he already tried that sort of thing and found it to be the only way he found control, but he had no idea what trials were. There was too much that he didn’t know and it really bothered him, especially after all this time. He was sick and tired of going through all the pain and stress all the time only to end up physically and mentally weakened from the ordeal, he just wanted to find balance.
As wonder over whether he was going to be able to keep going like this washed over him constantly he was left stressed out and unable to understand why it had to be him for this to happen. Why couldn’t he find balance, he was just constantly haunted by his shortcomings. He had offers to train him because of his weaknesses and problems, but he didn’t know what they could do to help him. While he was ready to start training, he was still uncertain about it helping him in any possible way. Maybe his father knew something he didn’t, although he did still need to hone his skills with his blades.
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The lack of battling going on lately was really getting on the nerves of both Kai and Choi when there was nothing for them to do other than what they had been trained to do most of their lives, but there was only so much enjoyment one could find in the kitchen. They were still Saiyans, pure blooded Saiyans, and the lack of battling was really getting to them. It was life-changing when they qualified to fight for the Saiyan army, they got to discover that fighting was in their blood and that battling was definitely less stressful than providing a good meal for the higher ups. Just because they were out of the main battlefield by not fighting for the King didn’t mean they were relieved, they still wanted to do some fighting even if it was against their former colleagues.
Hearing about the Saiyans being on the move again definitely made Kai and Choi eager to say they wanted to battle and were quick to volunteer to go out again, not taking too much care about the whole trying to settle down idea. Breaks were nice and all, but they wanted to be able to fight and not turn into some set of cooks again. It wasn’t fair, they weren’t like the other rebels who were bred from the desire to put an end to the fighting. Kabocha was probably the same, he was raised to be a fighter and not fighting for a cause probably made him itch for battle too. Training was fine and all, but there was only so much you could do without feeling like you were losing skills you could only learn from having your life on the line.
While going out with Leto, Yumi and Viral on the team wasn’t exactly expected, Kai was tolerating the ride a fair bit but Choi was having a harder time. Choi didn’t know if he could handle being around Yumi too much, even though she had broke it off with him. As the twins sat beside each other it was very easy to tell which was which by the mere expression, Choi looking a little more distressed than Kai. It was just difficult to get over something like that when it was your first and only. Even Leto’s banter was lost to him, he just couldn’t be bothered with his annoying cheering. It was one thing to be enthusiastic, but to annoy others with it was just a bit too much for Kai. “I doubt they even remember who we are and what we did if we ever return home. Maybe Kabocha, but nobody really cares for the servants”.
Viral just had very little care right now for what the others were talking about, his mind going elsewhere rather than to everyone else around him. He was going off to fight again with soldiers to act against an aggression that was being classed as the Saiyan army but in reality he couldn’t care less. He knew what it meant to fight against them and was well aware that they were playing the bad guy part in this play, or at least that’s what he was told. They had been advancing on some sort of settlement and they were supposed to go in and stop them. It was all fairly standard stuff, but that was probably what the problem was.
He had done this all before, but he wasn’t exactly feeling like the hero going into save these people from oppression. It felt like he had done it all before many times except he was on the other side, he wasn’t going to be able to shake off those memories so easily. He would go in and stop the rebels from attempting to take over territory, sometimes turning the area into a graveyard to fight them off and restore order. It was all too difficult to shake away such memories, even as Yumi intruded on his moment as he remained silent, barely realising she was talking to him until he looked and noticed she was staring at him. “…Hm, sure. Sure…” he spoke before looking away again, “I’m sure that’ll happen eventually…”
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Shu didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about this. He was suddenly the focus of everyone’s attention with little going on other than everyone contemplating what they were going to do with him. He didn’t know what they were planning, all of them were here watching him and analysing him with two strangers in the room making observations of his behaviour. When he was told he was going to get some help he didn’t think he would be surrounded by this many and with such pressure too. He was too awkward for all of this, it would be better if his problems were just ignored again since nobody had any clue as to what he was supposed to do about it. Everything was so much easier when nobody bothered with his problems, it wasn’t as if they were going to be fixed after so long anyway.
Squeaking when he was suddenly talked to he raised his shoulders, keeping his eyes down as he nodded at the battle plan. He didn’t know how he was supposed to respond to that, mostly because he was not sure what it all meant. Private sessions sounded rather scary and he didn’t know Ricken and Sasha well enough to know if they were going to be able to help him. Sasha seemed nice enough, although Ricken didn’t look very happy to be tasked with this. Hearing about how long it was going to take didn’t really bother him, it was a matter of how long it would take until they forget about treating him and go on their merry way. Giving Takeshi a glance to see what he thought about it he soon sighed and looked down again, pressing his fingers together slowly.
Sasha was quick to try and reassure him that he was going to manage, but he really didn’t know if that was true. It was already hard to express what was wrong with him, so feeling alone felt like it was going to happen anyway. “Help…help…” he muttered to himself, thinking about how they were going to help him before squeaking when he was told nothing involving the treatment was going to go ahead today, instead he was going to go out somewhere. He didn’t know how he felt about that, maybe a little bit confused but also interested. He didn’t fully understand why he was going to get a day off like this, but it did sound kind of fun. “A ffffffestival…a festival? Fun festival…” he spoke lowly, thinking about it before looking to Takeshi after he ruffled his hair. He didn’t understand why he was getting a break already, but everything did sound rather fun and food did sound pretty good. “O-Okay…okay. Games and food and play. And it all okay? No help today, just fun? Where be that fun festival?”
T’charrl was feeling pretty settled otherwise, even though he knew he was here for more than just chilling out with his family. There was a lot he had to do and he didn’t know how he was going to accomplish any of it, especially when he didn’t even know where to start. He did eventually try to talk about it to see if there was anything that had changed since he had left previously, but there was still uncertainty. Hearing that the way to go about it was meditations and all that wasn’t exactly helpful, he already tried that sort of thing and found it to be the only way he found control, but he had no idea what trials were. There was too much that he didn’t know and it really bothered him, especially after all this time. He was sick and tired of going through all the pain and stress all the time only to end up physically and mentally weakened from the ordeal, he just wanted to find balance.
As wonder over whether he was going to be able to keep going like this washed over him constantly he was left stressed out and unable to understand why it had to be him for this to happen. Why couldn’t he find balance, he was just constantly haunted by his shortcomings. He had offers to train him because of his weaknesses and problems, but he didn’t know what they could do to help him. While he was ready to start training, he was still uncertain about it helping him in any possible way. Maybe his father knew something he didn’t, although he did still need to hone his skills with his blades.
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The lack of battling going on lately was really getting on the nerves of both Kai and Choi when there was nothing for them to do other than what they had been trained to do most of their lives, but there was only so much enjoyment one could find in the kitchen. They were still Saiyans, pure blooded Saiyans, and the lack of battling was really getting to them. It was life-changing when they qualified to fight for the Saiyan army, they got to discover that fighting was in their blood and that battling was definitely less stressful than providing a good meal for the higher ups. Just because they were out of the main battlefield by not fighting for the King didn’t mean they were relieved, they still wanted to do some fighting even if it was against their former colleagues.
Hearing about the Saiyans being on the move again definitely made Kai and Choi eager to say they wanted to battle and were quick to volunteer to go out again, not taking too much care about the whole trying to settle down idea. Breaks were nice and all, but they wanted to be able to fight and not turn into some set of cooks again. It wasn’t fair, they weren’t like the other rebels who were bred from the desire to put an end to the fighting. Kabocha was probably the same, he was raised to be a fighter and not fighting for a cause probably made him itch for battle too. Training was fine and all, but there was only so much you could do without feeling like you were losing skills you could only learn from having your life on the line.
While going out with Leto, Yumi and Viral on the team wasn’t exactly expected, Kai was tolerating the ride a fair bit but Choi was having a harder time. Choi didn’t know if he could handle being around Yumi too much, even though she had broke it off with him. As the twins sat beside each other it was very easy to tell which was which by the mere expression, Choi looking a little more distressed than Kai. It was just difficult to get over something like that when it was your first and only. Even Leto’s banter was lost to him, he just couldn’t be bothered with his annoying cheering. It was one thing to be enthusiastic, but to annoy others with it was just a bit too much for Kai. “I doubt they even remember who we are and what we did if we ever return home. Maybe Kabocha, but nobody really cares for the servants”.
Viral just had very little care right now for what the others were talking about, his mind going elsewhere rather than to everyone else around him. He was going off to fight again with soldiers to act against an aggression that was being classed as the Saiyan army but in reality he couldn’t care less. He knew what it meant to fight against them and was well aware that they were playing the bad guy part in this play, or at least that’s what he was told. They had been advancing on some sort of settlement and they were supposed to go in and stop them. It was all fairly standard stuff, but that was probably what the problem was.
He had done this all before, but he wasn’t exactly feeling like the hero going into save these people from oppression. It felt like he had done it all before many times except he was on the other side, he wasn’t going to be able to shake off those memories so easily. He would go in and stop the rebels from attempting to take over territory, sometimes turning the area into a graveyard to fight them off and restore order. It was all too difficult to shake away such memories, even as Yumi intruded on his moment as he remained silent, barely realising she was talking to him until he looked and noticed she was staring at him. “…Hm, sure. Sure…” he spoke before looking away again, “I’m sure that’ll happen eventually…”
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Shu didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about this. He was suddenly the focus of everyone’s attention with little going on other than everyone contemplating what they were going to do with him. He didn’t know what they were planning, all of them were here watching him and analysing him with two strangers in the room making observations of his behaviour. When he was told he was going to get some help he didn’t think he would be surrounded by this many and with such pressure too. He was too awkward for all of this, it would be better if his problems were just ignored again since nobody had any clue as to what he was supposed to do about it. Everything was so much easier when nobody bothered with his problems, it wasn’t as if they were going to be fixed after so long anyway.
Squeaking when he was suddenly talked to he raised his shoulders, keeping his eyes down as he nodded at the battle plan. He didn’t know how he was supposed to respond to that, mostly because he was not sure what it all meant. Private sessions sounded rather scary and he didn’t know Ricken and Sasha well enough to know if they were going to be able to help him. Sasha seemed nice enough, although Ricken didn’t look very happy to be tasked with this. Hearing about how long it was going to take didn’t really bother him, it was a matter of how long it would take until they forget about treating him and go on their merry way. Giving Takeshi a glance to see what he thought about it he soon sighed and looked down again, pressing his fingers together slowly.
Sasha was quick to try and reassure him that he was going to manage, but he really didn’t know if that was true. It was already hard to express what was wrong with him, so feeling alone felt like it was going to happen anyway. “Help…help…” he muttered to himself, thinking about how they were going to help him before squeaking when he was told nothing involving the treatment was going to go ahead today, instead he was going to go out somewhere. He didn’t know how he felt about that, maybe a little bit confused but also interested. He didn’t fully understand why he was going to get a day off like this, but it did sound kind of fun. “A ffffffestival…a festival? Fun festival…” he spoke lowly, thinking about it before looking to Takeshi after he ruffled his hair. He didn’t understand why he was getting a break already, but everything did sound rather fun and food did sound pretty good. “O-Okay…okay. Games and food and play. And it all okay? No help today, just fun? Where be that fun festival?”
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