[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Campgrounds.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Skittles, Satilla.
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Mrow?
Mowwww.
Maooooooo.
Meow, Meow!
An Annoyance.

Somehow even in his isolation, though not a bastion of frozen crystals, this thing has breached his mental fortitude and recalled him from his cosmic enlightenment. Ears could no longer bear the incessant cat calls, nor could the flesh ignore the weight of the furry creature sitting on his lap. Eyes cracked open, breaking apart hastily as the pallor of topaz stared into the cat's own. A twisting grimace curled his lips and furrowed into his brow, disgust crossed itself with fury breeding forth contempt. Yet as his hands reached out to grab the little devil by the neck and wrangle it, the faster Skittles reacted in time to leap off and start dashing away from the enraged mage.

Had Thomas been in any state but this one, he may have shouted after the fleeing familiar, but Star Phase was all the wiser to know it would neither listen nor reply back. As such there was little interest in speaking rather than chasing, as his mortal coil could carry his stellar soul. Chasing to chastise the cat, yet it took a dash straight towards its owner, into the campfire of the others, to which the scents of the meal before them allured the feeble needs of the body. Hunger, thirst, desire, all three cardinal sins for the stoic stars, but perhaps even they in their cold uncaring way, longed for something more than just being. Perhaps just like how they wished their brother back, they too sought unity. For in the vastness of space, solitude is forever.

[color=bedded]"Your accursed feline accomplice has disturbed my concentration."[/color] A voice and lexicon far from his previous tone with Satilla. Strange, although perhaps she would notice the subtle changes in both his temperament and personality. From the shy uncertain boy, to the cold and arrogant scholar. It was an affect of his phases, changing the mercurial moods, ever shifting as the moon, and twinkling as the stars. Yet perhaps he would do well to return to the Sun Phase, his preferred state for he was far more like the old down-to-earth farmboy he was. [color=bedded]"It is difficult to focus on the heavens with such infernal racket."[/color]

And perhaps now would be a good time to help prepare a meal? Although Thomas was fairly certain he'd stick to the veggies.