a guy's gotta make a living
As much as Thomas would have preferred to be doing other things, like catching up on lost time with his mother, doing more work to gather more information, and so on...well, he still needed to make a living. There were appearances to be kept up, after all.
More importantly, he needed to keep himself fed. After all, feeding in small nibbles here there more often meant...he needed to feed more often. And he still had the nagging feeling he was going to need every bit of power he could lay his hands on in the near future. What with the Black Court and chaos deities and resurrected parents and such.
So, he could be found today in his Toe-moss guise, supervising the girls in his far-too-expensive, painfully trendy salon, all the while making works of art out of womens' hair. Or, at least, doing a very skillful job of convincing them that was what he was doing. And of course, they loved every minute of it. So did Thomas, in a way, as much as he might possibly make faces in private about his persona. He had grown up in a world where pretense was the norm and he'd always seemed to shine in the limelight.
More importantly, he needed to keep himself fed. After all, feeding in small nibbles here there more often meant...he needed to feed more often. And he still had the nagging feeling he was going to need every bit of power he could lay his hands on in the near future. What with the Black Court and chaos deities and resurrected parents and such.
So, he could be found today in his Toe-moss guise, supervising the girls in his far-too-expensive, painfully trendy salon, all the while making works of art out of womens' hair. Or, at least, doing a very skillful job of convincing them that was what he was doing. And of course, they loved every minute of it. So did Thomas, in a way, as much as he might possibly make faces in private about his persona. He had grown up in a world where pretense was the norm and he'd always seemed to shine in the limelight.