( He doesn't need to be told twice, the tablet Wei Wuxian had thrown his way tucked safely under one arm, his fan held tight in the other. It's a precaution at best, he doesn't necessarily need his weapon but he certainly feels a little better for having it literally at hand. Especially with the way the vines have been. But he needn't have worried, not when the pair of them are fast enough to make it through to the gap before hungry fauna starts stretching after them. Wen Kexing stumbles just a bit at the new angled terrain, but rights himself just as quickly. It just means he's more tired than he'd thought, which isn't surprising considering the state of things before he'd woken up here.
He merely has to be more careful.
Still, the slope veers downwards, dirt giving away to stairs, stone and well-worn. Wen Kexing pauses for just a second, peering downwards. The stairs swerve out of sight, but he can't imagine they lead to nowhere in particular. He looks Wei Wuxian's way, one eyebrow raised. )
Well, how can it be worse?
( It could be that they're being very deliberately directed somewhere. He wouldn't be surprised. But he's also ... stubborn. It doesn't take him all that long to straighten himself up, to take a step forward. )
I'm hoping for a well-stocked wine cellar. How about you?
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( He doesn't need to be told twice, the tablet Wei Wuxian had thrown his way tucked safely under one arm, his fan held tight in the other. It's a precaution at best, he doesn't necessarily need his weapon but he certainly feels a little better for having it literally at hand. Especially with the way the vines have been. But he needn't have worried, not when the pair of them are fast enough to make it through to the gap before hungry fauna starts stretching after them. Wen Kexing stumbles just a bit at the new angled terrain, but rights himself just as quickly. It just means he's more tired than he'd thought, which isn't surprising considering the state of things before he'd woken up here.
He merely has to be more careful.
Still, the slope veers downwards, dirt giving away to stairs, stone and well-worn. Wen Kexing pauses for just a second, peering downwards. The stairs swerve out of sight, but he can't imagine they lead to nowhere in particular. He looks Wei Wuxian's way, one eyebrow raised. )
Well, how can it be worse?
( It could be that they're being very deliberately directed somewhere. He wouldn't be surprised. But he's also ... stubborn. It doesn't take him all that long to straighten himself up, to take a step forward. )
I'm hoping for a well-stocked wine cellar. How about you?