Wen Ning took in everything as though this might be the last time he'd ever see it. Right now it's hard to think that might not be the case. All of this madness could disappear in an instant and he could wake up back in their world with this having been nothing but a dream - the result of an overactive imagination.

It seems too real for that, though. Even his most detailed of dreams have never included this much sensory engagement.

Sizhui's living space is so quaint and... cute. Every decoration chosen is just so very him that Wen Ning's heart could melt on the spot. Whoever his roommate is had best appreciate him, as they're fortunate to even be breathing the same air as this child. He almost misses the gesture the boy makes for him to sit, and he hurries to do so once he realizes he's been standing vacantly. "I-I like your room."