Masozi is still standing sort of vaguely by the nearest shelf, basking in the sheer number of BOOKS surrounding him, and feeling slightly overwhelmed by it. 

"Bad news, the book is in Mandarin. If you decide you want to meditate I can translate it for you?"

Masozi considers this for a while, seriously. 

"- Can you teach me Mandarin? It seems important to know."

"Mandarin is one of the hardest languages for English speakers to learn. I don't know if you've tried to pick up something tonal before...?"

"I don't know what 'tonal' means but I don't think languages are very hard to learn. I learned Zulu in the last three months - after my parents died - and it was harder to study not in the school because I didn't have books and mals kept trying to eat me all the time." 

"...holy fuck that's impressive."

"This school is so good! I thought it'd be worth it but I didn't think it'd be this good! There's practically no mals and there are other students who are better at killing them! ....Anyway what does a tonal language mean. I don't know if I've learned any but I bet I could." 

"A tonal language means that mà and má and mā are different words but I really want to get back to this part where the Scholomance is relaxing for you."

Masozi thinks that's a much less interesting topic than learning a NEW LANGUAGE that apparently half the school speaks and does classes in and which he can't understand at all. He hates not being able to eavesdrop on conversations, and in fact he's already starting to parse some syllables despite himself, just from lurking around the edges of conversations. 

"Oh, like -" and he rattles off a string of Zulu phonemes. 

"Yes, exactly. --You know the school teaches you languages."

"How? I thought there weren't any teachers, and I don't think I could learn it just by reading a book." Though he's already reaching out hopefully for the Mandarin meditation book. ...Oh, awkward, that's a completely different script, this might actually be sort of hard. 

"The language classrooms are enchanted so that they'll talk to you in the language you're learning. But study groups definitely help."

"Huh! That must be strong magic." Masozi is BOUNCING. "I'd be really happy if you were willing to do a study group! I could teach you Zulu if you want. I think it's a 'tonal' language too so it probably wouldn't be hard for you? And the writing is the same alphabet as English." 

"Awesome! I love languages. What track are you going for?"

"...I haven't decided. I didn't know there were tracks until I got here today." 

"I'm doing artificing because I love making shit."

Masozi wants to learn EVERYTHING but apparently the school wants you to focus on one area. "I haven't made anything magic before," he admits. "...I don't think. Not on purpose. I'd like to be able to, though." 

"Oh shoot I'm supposed to trade things. Right. What kind of things can you give us in trade?"

“I can do lookout duty. My affinity is finding mals.” Or at least that is the version of it that everyone in this school is going to get to know. As long as no one has an affinity for mindreading then it should be fine. “I’m very good at it,” he adds. 

"Oh, that's a good affinity, Lan Xichen's going to love that affinity because his sworn brother is maintenance track."

" --A sworn brother is like a husband? Except platonic. But not in this case because they're totally fucking. No, I don't know why he got married in the Scholomance either. Bad idea."

Masozi has not exactly encountered the concept of committed homosexual relationships before, but it’s not any weirder - really it’s less weird - than any number of other things he’s encountered for the first time today. 

“At least neither of them can get pregnant?" he points out. "That makes it less a bad idea." 

"Oh, obviously you're not going to have heterosexual sex in the Scholomance. That's stupid."

It does seem very stupid, but so does not memorizing your ROOM NUMBER and then running off to the library instead of looking for it before curfew. 

Masozi does not say this out loud. He is, after all, benefiting personally from it. Because: LIBRARY!!!!!!! 

"Does your enclave have a spot here?" he asks Wei Wuxian. "I - could help do lookout for them there. If you wanted."

He's already managed to pick up that an enclave staked-out area is vastly preferable to whatever that random kid who tried to recruit him was planning - actually, he's no longer even sure which of the random kids who tried to recruit him had mentioned claiming a spot in the library. 

"Yeah, but I forgot where it is." Mandarin: "a-Zhan where is our fucking spot?"