If you're eighteen, I'm twenty-five.

[ Hey, two can play at that game, Shin. He doesn't believe the kid for a second. As someone who had a babyface well into his adulthood, he fancies himself pretty good at telling when someone is lying about their age, which Shin most certainly is -- and why not? It's not as though they carry around IDs here. He would have done the same at his age. Had done the same. He had managed to lie his way into a bar before, not realizing that his youth was quickly ending before he got a decent chance to live it. ]

But it's true that in many respects, this city is not unlike every other highly populated city. They all come with the same dangers. The yokai are new, though.

[ Like Shin, he frowns down at the chopsticks set in front of them. What this place has against forks, he'll never know. With a sigh, he picks them up with a hand that is decidedly inexpert, then glances over at Shin. ]

...You don't know how to use chopsticks?

[ He's surprised. He shouldn't be, the hypocrite, but he's become accustomed to being the odd man out. ]