Eastbound Contact

[weifinder]

Wei Wuxian
missives | encounters

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[downswing]

Is it?

[weifinder]

That's why I'm asking you!

[downswing]

It was not the intent.

[weifinder]

What, you didn't want me safe in your bed?

[downswing]

Safe, without qualification.

[weifinder]

Yes, yes, but isn't it nicer? Better?

[downswing]

Like consonance.

[weifinder]

Oh.

Where are you?

[downswing]

Fresh inn quarters. To rest alongside Messalina would entail detainment.

[weifinder]

Which?

[downswing]

The house of Cestius.

Well-aired quarter. A respectable bed. Privacy.

[weifinder]

Now I'm curious what makes the bed respectable.

( but he is heading that direction, taking to... high routes that aren't routes at all. easiest for avoiding those roaming the streets, and keeping an eye out for trouble to break up. )

[downswing]

Wen Kexing's staff is absent.

[weifinder]

You do realise brothels don't succeed with dirty sheets before the patrons take to them, yes?

[downswing]

You know much of their habits.

[weifinder]

Conversation is a valuable tool, Lan Zhan, and we've been in company of those who work the nights often enough!

[downswing]

Then, honour them and bring this quarter disrepute.

1/2

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan...

[weifinder]

Are you propositioning me?

[downswing]

Was I subtle?

[weifinder]

( no, but there's a slight delay from wei wuxian when he trips reading that message and catches himself before going onto the roof belly first.

only to then trip recovering himself, sending in audio: )

Ooph!

[downswing]

( Why is this man.

Why is this man like this. )


Perhaps better subtle.

[weifinder]

No no no, subtle not needed, not needed!

( the hurried, somewhat wheezed response, before wind catches at the pendant as he's back in motion. )

What room?

[downswing]

You are disintegrating.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan.

( polite, with a quieting of the wind, self generated or otherwise, and then, lower, huskier, half because no distractions please what is their life: )

What room?