"Ew" Noros would utter after looking away from the vomiting kid. Noros was surprised at the mini star though. There it sat on the ground, beginning to make the area around it steam up. Noros would walk over to the small star and would pick it up. It's head radiating throughout Noros' body. It was quite the thing, giving off formidable heat. "I'm going to keep this kid. It seems interesting." Noros would also think about how he said he was going to be sick "You might want medicine. I don't know any pharmaceuticals around though." Noros would turn to Nero "Do you know of a place where we could get some stomach medicine for him? Leaving him like this would make his condition worse. And who knows what he could do while that inebriated and sick."
Noros would be tossing the star up and down and catching it. Noros didn't doubt his hand out coordination. And he no longer was fearful of it dropping either. But Noros thought about what would happen if normal humans were to get their hands on this thing. It could be a good source of power and any source of power humans get their hands could be used for evil. So Noros would be keeping this thing away from anyone or anything that could use it for evil. Noros was probably going to put it into a lake and turn it into a hot spring. serve the people while also find a place where the star could be of use for good. Noros would glance at the Saiyan "I don't think you're going to be able to get your diamond. He doesn't look so good."
The kid was so out of it, Shuto almost felt sorry for him. He was really having a rough time of it, clearly couldn’t hold his liquor. Of course, Shuto still planned on robbing him blind. ‘His fault for getting drunk!’ Shuto thought to himself. Walking over to the vomiting ogre, Shuto stood beside him, patting him on the back in a friendly manner, a grin on his face.
“There, there kid. Let it aaaaall out.” Shuto said, peering down at the magic bag. “I’ve been in this position before, y’know. I get what you’re going through.” He was really laying it on thick now, starting to sound almost ridiculously chummy. “Your first run-in with the demon drink, and although you’re going through hell, you feel like having juuust a little bit more could ease your pain.” At this point, the little pink thing turned to him, having retrieved Yanwang’s discarded miniature star. He remarked that it was unlikely he’d be getting a diamond from the sick little ogre. “Oh, that’s alright…” Shuto said, looking first to the little pink man, and then to the other alien present, a mischievous look in his eye. He gave Yanwang one last pat on the back. “That’s… JUST FINE!” With a shout, Shuto’s hand darted out, attempting to snatch the bag. If he was able to grab hold of it, he’d then do his best to keep his grip on it and start flying upwards and away from the scene.
Nero frowned, he didn’t want to make Yanwang sad in any way but it wasn’t easy to make sense of an intoxicated otherworldly being that also happened to be a child. Nero furrowed his brow and stepped to the other side of Yanwang, opposite of the other Saiyan, giving a slight scowl to the man. This guy thought he was slick? He’ll regret whatever shady thing he ended up doing, Nero was sure of it. Especially if Yanwang regained any notable level of his senses any time soon.
“Ew.” Nero winced and spoke in unison with the Majin nearby when Yanwang barfed. “Yeah, I know where the nearby pharmacy is, but there is someone I’d rather not leave behind with this kid.” Nero shot another glare towards the Saiyan across from him, he anticipated pretty quickly that this would be when the guy would make a break to steal the bag, so Nero moved to have a grip on it beforehand. Unfortunately after the outburst, this did mean that more things were in danger of going upwards into the sky if something wasn’t done quick.
Nero wasn’t expressing the full potential he had either, it was dormant deep within, so he wasn’t going to be much trouble on his own for the thief and could easily be shaken off... All Nero needed to do was pull off a distraction, even for a few seconds, to stall for Yanwang potentially getting himself together. “THAT BAG ISN'T YOURS NUMBNUTS, DROP IT OR YOU MIGHTLOSE YOUR OTHER ARM!” There was a very distinct ferocity in Nero’s expression when he roared, there was someone else out there that matched it if rumors were true... But who? Perhaps a space pirate whose name started with K..?
Yanwang held his tummy. This really sucked. Maybe he could make himself something to get rid of his tummy ache. Shunto patted his back as Yanwang nodded as he was telling it was ok. “Alright, I think I'll be…” He’d then throw up again. “Ugh….” He’d moaned out Noros explained he was taking the Star. That was fine he did not need the Star. When Noros said something about stomach medicine Yanwang nodded. “That a good idea.” He’d turn his left-hand black as he formed some stomach medicine. He’d put some of the pills in his mouth. He was starting to feel better already. Afterall he just imagined the pain to go away. That what the pills would do...maybe? Still, Noros noted Shunto was prob not getting his diamond. "Hold On I think I can make one." He'd reached his hand as he felt a tug on his bag.
Yanwang was unsure what it was at first, he was too tired and pretty much ready to throw up agian. Nero was yelling out the Bag was not hit and he'd lose his other arm if he didn't drop it. He turned to look at Nero. Did he know he stole the bag? Then he realized he had two arms and Shunto didn't. And Shunto was grabbing the bag. Yanwang grip tigethened on the bag. Even if feeling bad he'd not let some dude try to steal his bag. Then he yanked the bag ripping in two. The Bag clattered to the floor nothing coming out. "The Bag is pretty worthless." He'd mumbled as his chest glowed with black energy though it was hidden cause of the shirt. He'd yank a new Fujin Bag from under his shirt waving it around. "I use to need the bag but now were bonded. Anything It can do I can do..." he'd then threw up before he finished his speech.
On his way back from grocery shopping, Arlic looked to his side to see what appeared to be an Ogre child rubbing his stomach, with a large bag and bottle of beer at his side, along with an alien next to him cheering him on. All around the street, hundreds of whoopie cushions were scattered, causing almost every step from passersby to be met by a *phhbt.* "Yeah," he thought to himself. "I'm just gonna go home."