<div class="floatleft">(http://s15.postimg.org/z2ifrynfv/Tomas.png)</div>Name: Tomas<br/>Location: Front Door<br/>Tag: Heather, Thomas, Erika, Daniel, Chloe.<br/>When the buttons on the front of Ayame's uniform gave way Tomas shrugged off his blazer, juggling his gift from hand to hand. He wondered if Ayame knew that the uniforms his mother bought her where set pieces made for very specialized sorts of theater; the stitching done with soft string; the cloth being of a loose weave, that easily rip.<br/><br/>Once the blazer was clear of his solders he took one final look the maid's prominent bust, before offering it to her to cover her modesty. "My, it seem you've done it again Miss Ayame", he whispered, placing the garment over her shoulders. It wasn't that he didn't like what he saw, on the contrary, he could spend hours admiring her various curves; but for Tomas being a gentleman was more than a mask he wore in public, it was something he strove for in every way possible, and that included protecting the honor of a woman. "You'll want to be changed for the festivities later, so i'll just distract the others, while you take a moment to slip away", he continued in his low voice, a lop sided grin appearing on his face.<br/><br/>Tomas turned then, walking toward the kitchen to answer his father's summons, arriving just in to catch Chloe's quip. "Not to worry dear sister, this isn't<strong>my</strong>first 'family cotillion' after all" he said entering the room from directly behind her, the grin from earlier, still firmly set on his face.