( Wei Wuxian lifts his brows, a familiar presence in the man standing, but ah, he's understood that dance before. He glances beyond Wen Kexing, to the looming statue whose grotesque, hacked carvings are smoothing out, gaining another definition. He's not sure if it's familiar at this point, knowing likewise that only Zhou Zishu would register as known in his limited familiarity with persons of the other man's world.
Not relevant, as he also knows. He cocks his head to the side, bringing his fingers to his chin and tapping two there, considering. )
No, not at present. Is it becoming familiar to you?
( Studying Wen Kexing more than the statue, leaving it (unintentionally, unknowingly) transforming itself for Wen Kexing's heart, and not Wei Wuxian's. Such is the nature of this place, even if it is a pocket dimension outside of the normal flow of space and time. )
the terrace
Not relevant, as he also knows. He cocks his head to the side, bringing his fingers to his chin and tapping two there, considering. )
No, not at present. Is it becoming familiar to you?
( Studying Wen Kexing more than the statue, leaving it (unintentionally, unknowingly) transforming itself for Wen Kexing's heart, and not Wei Wuxian's. Such is the nature of this place, even if it is a pocket dimension outside of the normal flow of space and time. )