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[onceaviking]

Eric has made his way downstairs and is now trying to be inconspicious.

It's - not really working. He is too big for that. And pale. And muscle-ly.

He has found a booth and is now holed up in it with a magazine. He had asked the magical counter for something to read and he had gotten something very glossy and heavy on the artful photography.
Interior design.

It's - apparantly something some people feel strongly about?


{ooc: off to bed, back tomorrow}

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has been downstairs for a while, also being inconspicuous, but it's much easier when you're small and definitely not muscle-ly.

He keeps an eye on Eric as he takes his time finishing his meal of beef stew with lots of dark greens and a glass of red wine. Then he gets up, his own magazine in hand, and crosses the room toward him.

"Hallo, Eric," he says, not exactly chipper, but casual and friendly enough. "Mind if I join you?"

[onceaviking]

Eric looks up with a start.
And then he lights up in a smile.

"Hi. Sure."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee will never get used to Eric's face lighting up with a smile.

But he smiles in turn and slips into the seat across from him.

"What are you reading?" he asks, tilting his head to get a look at the glossy photographs.

[onceaviking]

Eric holds the magazine so he can see.

"It's about houses," he tells him. "I just asked for something to read."

[i_am_your_host]

"Houses. Um. I see. I wonder why. But these do look like nice places to live."

Perhaps they look like Eric's house?

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at the picture, wrinkling up his nose.

"I don't know," he says.
"I like Sookie's house better. It's much more cosy."

And cluttered. And floral.
But it has Sookie in it.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, I prefer cosiness, too."

He turns a page and finds a room decorated with minimalist furniture in dark colors.

"This reminds me of your room here."

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at it, nodding.
Then he looks up mat Emcee.

"Do I like that?" he asks, innocently.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tips his head from side to side, frowning a little.

"I think so. I think you're particular about your surroundings, how things should look according to your personal style. If you didn't like it, you would change it. So." He gives a slight shrug and nod.

[onceaviking]

Eric peers at the magazine spread again as if he can somehow see himself reflected in the carefully arranged chairs and tables.

[i_am_your_host]

That's...a little bit sad. And Emcee doubts it will help.

"You do have expensive tastes. But I believe Pam buys your clothing. Also very, very expensive."

[onceaviking]

He looks up at Emcee from under unruly bangs.

"Really?"

[i_am_your_host]

He nods. "Somtimes she has to get things tailored for you because you're so tall and your shoulders are so wide."

Reaching over, he gently sweeps Eric's hair to the side, but it insists on flopping over his brow.

"You also don't wear your hair like this. But don't worry about it. I rather like it this way."

[thewidewideworld]

"Master- Eric." Sinric corrects, greeting Eric with a soft smile. "How are you this evening?"

[onceaviking]

Eric looks up at him. And smiles.

"I'm okay. You?"

Polite.
Soft spoken.

[thewidewideworld]

"I am very well indeed." He gestures to the other side of the booth, asking if he may sit. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay and talk with you, after the other night. I fear the Seeing takes a lot from me."

[onceaviking]

Eric nods.

"That's okay," he says. "But - but you're okay now? Right?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm quite well. Nothing a night's rest couldn't heal." He smiles reassuringly. "I was glad to help a friend."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles -.and then his smile dims a little.

"You're friends with Emcee," he says.

Not him.
He wouldn't call him a snake if they were friends.

[thewidewideworld]

"I am, yes." He cocks his head, dark gold eyes deep and warm. "But you and I are on... terms of friendship too. Not as close as Emcee and I, but an understanding."

[onceaviking]

"We are? " he says, surprised.
"But - you called me ..."

[thewidewideworld]

"A teasing name of endearment." Sinric assures. "As you have referred to me the kitten." He smiles playfully. "A kitten with claws."

[onceaviking]

He laughs. Relieved.

"I'm glad we're friends then," he says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric might be overstating it a bit but Eric needs friends right now. "How are you feeling, about being here?"

[onceaviking]

His smile falters and fades.

"I want to go back," he says, quietly. "People are nice here - but I want to go home. "