[he's being steered, then! back towards one of the seedier domains of the Sukotu Alliance, one of the places where the hapless newbies have had no choice but to stay. he throws their trash carefully away at the first public can he finds, of course; Lan Wangji would never add to the disrepute of even mean streets like these.

a few crowds of rowdier drunks than Wei Wuxian pass them by as they walk, making noise and calling out to them, but Lan Wangji's glare keeps them off as Wei Wuxian leans on his shoulder. Wei Wuxian can feel him straighten up further with the force of the glare a couple of times, like its full frost can only be felt when Lan Wangji's spine has turned to ice entirely.

he's still staying mostly quiet, whether Wei Wuxian talks or not. a quiet bunny, this one.]