Standing is more of a challenge than he was expecting -- it's not just that his legs don't quite want to respond or that his center of balance seems to be a bit further to the left and back than usual, but that he's feeling every muscle stretch, feeling the weight shift from his ass and the backs of his legs to his palm to the soles of his feet. It feels... he wants to say awesome, but he might mean scary too.

But Kurama's letting him smoke, and he's not going to waste the chance. He finds a spot where the wind whips his hair toward Kurama instead of away from, and figures he's good. At least, until Kurama starts talking again.

"You know why." That first drag is bliss (although his stomach rumbles warningly), and he doesn't even sound annoyed at all when he continues. "I'm half, remember? That's what th'red means."