[next time they end up world-hopping against their will, he'll remember. (hopefully, that won't ever be the case again.)
wen ning takes to the kitchen and sizhui lingers near the fireplace, examining the neatly chopped wood, considering the faintly crackling embers that are smoldering in the pit. without really second-guessing it, one of the smaller logs gets picked up and tossed onto the pile then his attention turns wen ning's direction, his expression creasing with confusion whenever he mentions the thing he's in front of now is cold.
and lights up? what??? he abandons the fire, moves over to where the ghost general is, tilting his head to peek at the crack of light filtering out.] Open it again?
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wen ning takes to the kitchen and sizhui lingers near the fireplace, examining the neatly chopped wood, considering the faintly crackling embers that are smoldering in the pit. without really second-guessing it, one of the smaller logs gets picked up and tossed onto the pile then his attention turns wen ning's direction, his expression creasing with confusion whenever he mentions the thing he's in front of now is cold.
and lights up? what??? he abandons the fire, moves over to where the ghost general is, tilting his head to peek at the crack of light filtering out.] Open it again?