[Dixon's haul from the Dollar Store is likely to be less useful than what some other people rummage up, but he made off with sunglasses, a pen, a lighter and this deck of cards, which he figures somewhere down the line will have some value among the group. One of the many trying parts of being at the temple was how goddamn boring it was. He ran his phone battery near down playing some app, then invented a whole mindless game of throwing the magical mirror into the lake and taking guesses where it would pop up next to him. Dull as it was, it was somehow preferable to doing actual work around the camp.

He takes the deck from his jacket pocket - the jacket has seen better days, and is covered in bloodstains and tattered - and pulls out the cards, peels off the jokers, and clumsily shuffles.]

What do you know how to play? I don't know I'm up to playing speed, [and Shuichi doesn't look it either] but I know war and gin. Or blackjack, but that's no good with two.

[He breathes a sigh out his nose and watches Shuichi's face. He's trying really hard to pull a smile or something out, but he'd settle for something bitchy or anything lively at all, just something not kind of zoned-out, uncertain and sad.]