It was given to him as a gift of a sort – a stranger ambling up, saying something about enjoying the festivities to their fullest, and then leaving Kurama with a jaunty wave and a rolled something in his hands. It gets a cursory sniff, and Kurama’s been around long enough to know how to identify drugs, especially plant-based ones—this one’s probably recreational; the scent of it familiar in a distant sort way, more than likely when he took to walking the streets and back alleys in Japan. He is curious though in the same way he always gets when encountering a new plant, wondering if it’ll be useful in his steadily growing arsenal even if he is, annoyingly, cut off from demonic energy in a way that makes utilizing said arsenal impossible.
Not that being stunted in power will keep him for trying, however; Kurama’s good at this, after all – adapting and dealing and planning for the future if nothing else. He needs to find a way to light the thing if he’s to get anywhere with it; it isn’t as though he makes a habit of carrying a lighter or anything that can produce a flame on his person, deals with too many plants for that. Maybe there’s a person willing to help him that hopefully won’t ask too many questions. The good thing about whatever is going on right now means that people are out and about, so it doesn’t take him long to find someone that isn’t around anyone and doesn’t seem that busy.
“Sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a lighter or a match?” It hits him that this is a rather strange question to ask in the ward with the most plant life, so he’s quick to stop any possible questions in that direction. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to burn anything down. It’s for personal use.”
