[The humming stops and Xingchen purses his lips. He should have announced himself at the very least. It's too late for that regret, though, and Wei Wuxian doesn't sound like he's upset about it. He doesn't even sound disappointed. His words, instead, sound resigned, like he's used to this treatment. He probably is, if not worse. Still, there's no need for Xingchen to be overly rude; Wei Wuxian has done nothing to offend him so far.
If he thinks about it, Wei Wuxian hasn't done anything to personally offend him the entire time they've been here. And that's something that definitely warrants further contemplation. But not right now.
He steps further in and is almost overwhelmed. First, there is something in this garden that is...not right. He doesn't have Shuanghua on him - perhaps a foolish oversight, but maybe not - but he wonders if his blade would pick up on this...thing. His gut pulls at him, the thought of death resonating in his mind, but wouldn't that be fitting? It's Wei Wuxian here, after all. And Wei Wuxian speaks as if there is nothing out of the ordinary, offering him roasted potatoes.
Xingchen does like them. He likes most food.
He doesn't answer at first, unsure if he should be more concerned about the presence or if there is enough food here to share with the others, but then gives in, just for this moment.]
I like them, yes. If it's no trouble.
[And then, he has an opening. Xingchen, of course, can't see and he can't quite pinpoint where the worrisome object is, but he finds his feet carrying him toward the area that feels right and he reaches out a tentative hand.]
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If he thinks about it, Wei Wuxian hasn't done anything to personally offend him the entire time they've been here. And that's something that definitely warrants further contemplation. But not right now.
He steps further in and is almost overwhelmed. First, there is something in this garden that is...not right. He doesn't have Shuanghua on him - perhaps a foolish oversight, but maybe not - but he wonders if his blade would pick up on this...thing. His gut pulls at him, the thought of death resonating in his mind, but wouldn't that be fitting? It's Wei Wuxian here, after all. And Wei Wuxian speaks as if there is nothing out of the ordinary, offering him roasted potatoes.
Xingchen does like them. He likes most food.
He doesn't answer at first, unsure if he should be more concerned about the presence or if there is enough food here to share with the others, but then gives in, just for this moment.]
I like them, yes. If it's no trouble.
[And then, he has an opening. Xingchen, of course, can't see and he can't quite pinpoint where the worrisome object is, but he finds his feet carrying him toward the area that feels right and he reaches out a tentative hand.]
What is that?