Who: Eric and Gabe. What: Lava lamps and lessons. Where: Gabe's trailer. When: November 13, just before sunrise. Warnings: Likely sexuality.
Eric was a good little Shamu, just like he'd told the Ringmaster, just like he told Gabe. He stayed in the lagoon, swimming, twisting, turning, wowing the crowd, until the last guest had left, until the sun was slowly starting to peak out from the darkness. Finally leaving the lagoon, he pulled on his jeans, pushed his glowing wet hair back from his forehead and went to the kitchens. There, he managed to find some fish that hadn't been cooked yet, wolfing it down before searching for some kind of oil. Finding vegetable oil, he slipped it into his pocket and wandered over to the trailers, searching for Gabe's.
It had been an interesting day. He'd gotten cooked for his back talk, met the water witch finally, and had upset a very grumpy man. He'd survived the first, enjoyed the second, and had apologized to the third, and now he got to see Gabe, his human friend, who was so nice to him, who had bought him a lava lamp and a mermaid pillow online. Gabe was the bright spot in an otherwise irritating existence currently, and Eric weaved through dolls, saying hello to them politely and nicely and even reaching down to pat one on the head, wanting to ingratiate himself to them in the hopes that he wouldn't wake up all bruised and exhausted the next day.
The heat was oppressive but, somehow, after Kennet's lashing out, it didn't feel so bad, so Eric was making his way slowly to Gabe's trailer, finding it eventually and knocking lightly on the door. When Gabe answered, Eric stepped inside, leaning in to kiss the human lightly on the cheek. "Hi." He said softly, closing the door behind him and looking over Gabe worriedly. "You still have bruises?"