It was given to him as a gift of a sort â 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 Kuramaâs been around long enough to know how to identify drugs, especially plant-based onesâthis oneâs 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 itâll 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; Kuramaâs good at this, after all â adapting and dealing and planning for the future if nothing else. He needs to find a way to light the thing if heâs to get anywhere with it; it isnât 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 thereâs a person willing to help him that hopefully wonât ask too many questions. The good thing about whatever is going on right now means that people are out and about, so it doesnât take him long to find someone that isnât around anyone and doesnât seem that busy.
     âSorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a lighter or a match?â It hits him that this is a rather strange question to ask in the ward with the most plant life, so heâs quick to stop any possible questions in that direction. âDonât worry, Iâm not going to try to burn anything down. Itâs for personal use.âÂ
