Shinto quietly pulled into the bed of the truck knowing full and well Amarick would be better off not sitting beside him. Oogeki eyed the four-wheeled vehicle for a second before hopping entirely through the passenger seat window. Landing with a thump the plate followed as it formed into a small chip. The small peice of metal would rest lightly on a strange necklace around the neck of Oogeki. Turning his head he would eye Shinto in the back sitting by himself. Shinto had merely assumed a more meditative state simply thinking. "Shinto, he is stupid." That was all Oogeki said as he turned his head back to the front. "So, when are we going to get my fire sake?"