Thomas is a city creature.

From the top of his perfectly wavy-haired head to the bottom of his expensive Italian leather shoes, Thomas is the kind of person who not just likes to but needs to lose himself in the press of the crowd, the throngs of people that walk the streets of Chicago. Maybe he doesn't feed from it, maybe it's like watching an ( Read more... )

There's a nose on his arm. Connected to the nose is a rather lot of 'dog' giving him the sort of look that causes people to name pitiful, horribly emotionally manipulative expressions 'puppy dog eyes'. Thomas, despite being Thomas, is not immune to such looks but he's more than used to them from Mouse, who's been giving them to him for the last ( Read more... )

Thomas sits alone outside near the lake, near a certain tree. His arms are wrapped around his knees and he's doing everything in his power not to move or do anything.

Thomas' room is small, but functional...and set up rather snazzily for a party. There's a table for gifts, another for the cake, and a few scattered lounges and couches around for touches. The bed has been pushed to a side and made into something like a couch. There's a small boombox in the corner putting out Halloween-themed music ( Read more... )