Erik's gaze on his father is long, tired. Why did he need to be such a showman all the time? The hospitality, the way they treated guests... as much as the bastard wanted to say it was fake, it's not. Does the fact it's genuine make it worse? Probably not, but it didn't help his outlook on the situation. It's fine, ignore the emo phase that's decidedly not a phase. Giving his father a stiff nod, he tipped his muzzle toward Kaino.
"Sorry about," he gestured in the direction his father had gone, once the man was out of earshot. Erik's voice was rough in his throat, though he led the girl to one of the more friendly guest areas at the base of the mountain. Sure, his father would go do politics somewhere more secluded. They'd been left to a spot with better snacks, better views, better shit to do. "Hungry?" His gravelly voice at least showing some semblance of friendly around the edges. Erik can behave, especially if there are pretty girls involved.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
