Um...well, it was normal for parents to send their own children gifts, wasn't it? Or was her father just one of THOSE people. She swore that she was getting care packages at what seemed like a weekly to daily rate? "He could have sent something to you?" she asked slowly, peeking back down into the box again.

Heels. His father clearly had no idea who Kurumi was. She was probably one of the last people on earth to send heels to the other one being Selina and had only ever worn them once that that had not turned out well. Wait, twice. Once her first year when she had gone to the Costume Ball in them and then another time of the summer when her mother had attempted to teach her how to walk like a lady. She needed to sit down for this.

Was it getting...warm? Kurumi began to anxiously scratch at her arms as a similar nervous sensation that she usually only felt before Flying and Quidditch games took over.

She then realized that Jonathan was...staring at her...and that her mouth was still hanging wide open. How was she supposed to respond? "I-I-It's not that I'm not grateful..." she said faintly, hunching her shoulders a bit. "It's just...I...I...Ican'treallywalkinheels." There, she had said it.

MEEP! Was this some sort of test from his family? If she couldn't walk in heels then she wasn't worthy of dating their son? KYA!