Probably not. [Dixon's never seen a movie with subtitles all the way through. It would be a point of pride in his backwater little hometown, except the real reason is only somewhat closemindedness and mostly that he just can't read that fast.]
I heard there were some good ones coming out, but my town only gets one movie at a time. Sometimes two if they stagger the showings. It's easier to just try and catch them on TV stations a few months later, unless you're one of those people can afford cable.
[He's chatting to just fill the air with something, figuring if he can keep Shuichi talking or at least listening, it's better than watching the kid stare into space looking like a prop-up mannequin. Besides, it keeps his own mind off things. It holds at bay that dark suspicion that this is his fault.
He keeps tap-tapping the cigarette pack against his palm, then lightly tosses it so it flips, and catches it. It's a practiced motion, an I've-spent-a-lot-of-time-doing-nothing motion. He keeps failing to hide that he's giving Shuichi little concerned glances.
Dixon only got a taste from the Dementors of what really getting back into his own head was like. He's figured by now, piecing together bits of conversations, a dim recollection of the Harry Potter books and what he saw on the battlefield, that people were reliving some terrible things when they got got by Dementors or Nazgul both. Memories, nightmares, probably some stitching of the two.
Whatever most of the people who got it saw, it towers over and eradicates the feeble efforts he's been able to make at cheer. He's not surprised that Shuichi isn't feeling very talkative right now.]
I found a pack of cards, if you're bored. Don't know if they have the same kind in Asia.
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I heard there were some good ones coming out, but my town only gets one movie at a time. Sometimes two if they stagger the showings. It's easier to just try and catch them on TV stations a few months later, unless you're one of those people can afford cable.
[He's chatting to just fill the air with something, figuring if he can keep Shuichi talking or at least listening, it's better than watching the kid stare into space looking like a prop-up mannequin. Besides, it keeps his own mind off things. It holds at bay that dark suspicion that this is his fault.
He keeps tap-tapping the cigarette pack against his palm, then lightly tosses it so it flips, and catches it. It's a practiced motion, an I've-spent-a-lot-of-time-doing-nothing motion. He keeps failing to hide that he's giving Shuichi little concerned glances.
Dixon only got a taste from the Dementors of what really getting back into his own head was like. He's figured by now, piecing together bits of conversations, a dim recollection of the Harry Potter books and what he saw on the battlefield, that people were reliving some terrible things when they got got by Dementors or Nazgul both. Memories, nightmares, probably some stitching of the two.
Whatever most of the people who got it saw, it towers over and eradicates the feeble efforts he's been able to make at cheer. He's not surprised that Shuichi isn't feeling very talkative right now.]
I found a pack of cards, if you're bored. Don't know if they have the same kind in Asia.