The Park [afternoon]
Let's just say that it was a good thing Eric decided to sleep in his bed in his apartment rather than the coffin at the club last night, because when he woke up four hours later, he was seven years old and human.
And far too eager to explore. He spent a solid twenty minutes flipping the lightswitches on and off, then flushing things down the toilet and feeding them to the garbage disposal (which was in no way equipped to deal with a fork, a knife and a vase from the living room), then jumped on his bed for a half hour before bursting out of the apartment and tearing into the playground.
He had no idea what the purpose of the slides or swings were (not a lot of children's....anything back where he came from), but he was eager to experiment.
Chattering happily to himself in ancient Norse, Eric Northman played in the sun for the first time in a thousand years.
[OOC: Oh so open.]
And far too eager to explore. He spent a solid twenty minutes flipping the lightswitches on and off, then flushing things down the toilet and feeding them to the garbage disposal (which was in no way equipped to deal with a fork, a knife and a vase from the living room), then jumped on his bed for a half hour before bursting out of the apartment and tearing into the playground.
He had no idea what the purpose of the slides or swings were (not a lot of children's....anything back where he came from), but he was eager to experiment.
Chattering happily to himself in ancient Norse, Eric Northman played in the sun for the first time in a thousand years.
[OOC: Oh so open.]