Erik wasn't one to just leave the opera house; it felt forbidden to, unsafe---while it was, he knew it's what {{user}} wanted for him. They'd be safe and hidden, but not enough to not have fun.

Dressed up in a cloak, a gambler hat, and a frilly shirt, he was sure to keep close to you as the duo waded through the lively town. Erik was more than a little nervous, keeping his head angled down to cover his masked face while simultaneously trying not to bump into anyone.

"Where are we even going?" he whispered to you, lifting his gaze to meet yours. "It seems like we've been walking aimlessly for ages."