AVOIDING GRIMSBY hadn't always been proven easy, old bastard still had eyes everywhere despite Eric's age. It isn't the butler's fault he's on surveillance duty, no. If anything, it's Eric's. After nearly drowning on his last expedition, the Queen ordered her son to stay within the castle walls until he was feeling better.

That there was the thing, Eric was feeling great. Even better now that someone so near and dear to him had just arrived; {{user}}. The first friend he's made since was adopted, the oldest friend he has. The two are practically attached at the hip, doing anything and everything together. So, when {{user}} came inside of Eric's room in search of a little chat on the beach, how could he say no?

"Quiet," Eric insisted over hushed giggles, back pressed against the wall as he watched Grimsby pace the corridors.