Eric's lair (like he lets you know where that is) [after sunset]

Do you know what doesn't fit into a standard coffin?

Eric had learned tonight: a pony.

"//WHY AM I A PONY?//" he declared in angry Swedish, stomping his adorable little hoof and tossing his (oh God) mane out of his eyes. "//AND WHY ARE THERE FANGS ON MY ASS?//"

Welcome to Fandom weirdness, Eric.

[OOC: Off for a wedding today but omg I haaaaaaaaaaaad to.]