<div class="floatleft">(http://s15.postimg.org/z2ifrynfv/Tomas.png)</div>Name: Tomas<br/>Location: Kitchen<br/>Tag: Heather.<br/>Tomas let out a low throaty sound, somewhere between a purr, and a growl as his mother tightened the grip of her hug "And it's good to see you too mum. I think i'll join you for tea, the trip has left me quite dry", he commented, falling in beside her, "wouldn't do to be dehydrated today after all," he joked through his seemingly ever present grin.<br/><br/>Tomas surreptitiously eyed his mother as they walked, making small talk all the while. "I see Danny is still.... well, Danny, but what of the others, anything i should be brought up to speed on? And why does father seem so out of sorts this morning? I would imagine he'd be much happier than he is today," he ask as he admired the sway of his mother's steps as they made their way to the sitting room. He thought back to the many peeks, and glimpses she'd given him in the days leading up to his own family initiation, and wondered if she'd been up to her old tricks with the twins. Perhaps his father was growing possessive of her in his old age, and that was what put him off this morning.