He doesn't have to see the footsteps to know Lan Zhan is heading his way. His voice carries well enough, and sets Wei Wuxian to creeping along the back of the couch, peering for a possible escape route. Not many options without bolting out into the open. But he crawls toward the next piece of furniture, scurrying across the carpet with all the stealth of a fish out of water.

When he reaches the nearby loveseat, he accidentally shoulders it, bumping it noisily out of place. Another stifled laugh as he ducks behind it.