"Or at least not in China." He changes back, the cold immobility of being marble strange and uncomfortable right now, but it doesn't work quite right and Kurama raises a hand to sift the remaining rubies out of his hair. What do you say to a near stranger who's clearly a walking ball of trauma?

Oh, right. "I have math, science, and dance lessons at Menrva's most days of the week and train my shinki in the mornings, but otherwise my schedule is flexible. When are you free for magic lessons?" He doesn't quite feel like putting the rose back, so he smooths the thorns off with little more than a thought and pushes it back at Gojyo.