[Dixon makes a kind of disappointed huffing noise, like he was really hoping Shuichi would take a swing at him. He'll have to find someone else to do it later. After those few days of straight-up detox he never wants to go more than ten hours without alcohol or this amazing magical substitute in his system.]

Yeah, I'm not going to be able to say that. [Nor is he going to try. Shuichi has just been slotted into the category of 'hey you', 'hey kid' and 'that one, you know, the Asian one with the hair'. Maybe 'Sushi' if Dixon's feeling particularly ambitious about getting people's names right.

Fortunately for Shuichi, Dixon's not really interested in giving him a staredown. He notices that the kid's shy, but mostly he just turns his attention to the path out of efficiency. He can talk and walk at the same time, after all.]

So the rest of us got here about a week ago and got jumped by some weird pizza cutter monsters. Since then we just been staying at the temple trying not to catch anything from the river water. I bet you had some dream about voices telling you to save the forest too, right?