"But what if it get boring, me just swimming, being glowy?" Eric asked, taking in the further compliments but wanting to talk out the details as well. "Want to earn my fish here." He pointed out. He didn't really like performing, not really, didn't like being gawked at (unless it was by people like Gabe, and the girl from earlier). Really, he didn't like humans all that much. But he did have pride and anything he did was done right.
That touch to his shoulder made him smile again as he looked up - up, because Gabe was taller than him despite being so much younger - at Gabe, shifting to teasingly bump his hip against Gabe's. "Is obvious, very much. What kind of stories you hear? All about pretty merwomen, I bet. Mermen hardly ever get mention."
They crossed into the circular pattern of trailers. Eric's was near the back, now under the shade of a tree, which Eric was very thankful for, given how hot it was outside. And, as he opened up the door, a cool chill came out at them, Eric sighing in relief. His trailer was... very bare. There was a ratty backpack on one of the couches, something he'd stolen off a sailor at the docks when he'd first come ashore, but that was the only real sign of life, that and the blankets he'd hung up over the windows to block out the light. "Do you want something?" He asked, opening his minifridge and peering down into it. "I have... vodka and fish." He straightened back up, giving Gabe a rueful smile. "Am not prepared for guests."