Wei Wuxian was a frequent customer of the Mad Tea Party, so it's no surprise he strolls in curiously, intent on seeing what all the fuss is about. When he sees they're serving wine and offering them painting supplies, he really can't refuse. His calligraphy kit is small, at best, so having access to all manner of brushes and paints and inks is something he'll surely take advantage of.
One can find him there at various times of day, inking a picture of a bunch of rabbits, a flowery landscape, a portrait of another handsome Chinese gentleman, or maybe, after a few drinks, you've caught him drawing something a little more shameless. Whatever the case may be, he's happy to greet fellow painters and raise a glass.
III. Secret Messages
He's been watching the pool a lot lately, annoyed at himself for how badly he wants to try the flying machines out. However, he'd promised Lan Zhan he'd be more careful, and those pink vehicles seem like an obvious trap for someone as prone to mischief as Wei Wuxian.
Instead, he's been just, conveniently nearby, watching them with open interest and spending a lot of time nearby, but not in the pool. As such, he's caught sight of an odd little scrap of green, wedged in the rocks a good ten feet up. It's probably too high to bother with, but since he can't fly around in the pink machines, he has to occupy himself somehow.
He can be found dragging pool furniture over, trying to stack it up enough that he can reach, or already standing on a precarious pile of them, still a few inches shy of his goal.
Wei Wuxian | The Untamed | OTA
Wei Wuxian was a frequent customer of the Mad Tea Party, so it's no surprise he strolls in curiously, intent on seeing what all the fuss is about. When he sees they're serving wine and offering them painting supplies, he really can't refuse. His calligraphy kit is small, at best, so having access to all manner of brushes and paints and inks is something he'll surely take advantage of.
One can find him there at various times of day, inking a picture of a bunch of rabbits, a flowery landscape, a portrait of another handsome Chinese gentleman, or maybe, after a few drinks, you've caught him drawing something a little more shameless. Whatever the case may be, he's happy to greet fellow painters and raise a glass.
III. Secret Messages
He's been watching the pool a lot lately, annoyed at himself for how badly he wants to try the flying machines out. However, he'd promised Lan Zhan he'd be more careful, and those pink vehicles seem like an obvious trap for someone as prone to mischief as Wei Wuxian.
Instead, he's been just, conveniently nearby, watching them with open interest and spending a lot of time nearby, but not in the pool. As such, he's caught sight of an odd little scrap of green, wedged in the rocks a good ten feet up. It's probably too high to bother with, but since he can't fly around in the pink machines, he has to occupy himself somehow.
He can be found dragging pool furniture over, trying to stack it up enough that he can reach, or already standing on a precarious pile of them, still a few inches shy of his goal.