<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:15 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On I-15 to Great Falls, less than an hour away<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"An older brother? Was he the kind to protect his cute little sister on the playground? Or was six years too much of a gap that prevented you guys from being very close?" he asked, genuinely curious. "I do not have any brothers or sisters, myself, though I kinda always wished I did. Then again, friends of mine who had a brother or sister - or more than one - always told me that I was lucky, but guess I will never know," he chuckled as he turned into the passing lane to go by slower traffic.<br/><br/>"Good point... trusting the one who are infatuated with you. BUT," he said, holding up a finger for a moment, "The infatuated ones are also the ones more likely to tell you what you want to hear, just so they can get in good with you," he said, his voice issuing a soft warning tone. "Then once they have your trust - the trap springs closed." He laughed softly at that. "So maybe I am just waiting for that perfect opportunity to spring the trap closed, hmm?" he said, his voice full of mischief.<br/><br/>The fact she didn't find him boring definitely boosted his feeling of how things were going so far. His job wasn't -terribly- exciting, but he did love it, that much was genuine. "Most young people think the past is 'boring', as youth is usually caught up only in the here and now. I don't blame them - I was like that at one point, I suppose. But then eventually you come across things that you might not want to forget, so you hang onto bits and pieces of the past. That's what I do," he said with a smile.<br/><br/>"Ahhhh, the mad-scientist at school. I can just picture you now, in your white lab-coat and big plastic goggles," he laughed. "We would have made -great- study partners, you and I. You covering science and subjects like that, me covering history and similar. We could easily have had each other's backs," he said with a hint of suggestive tone to his voice, at the same time his right hand reached down to pat her hand resting on seat. His hand was larger, of course, big and strong, and covered her hand almost completely. It lingered there for a long moment, as if he were not-so-subtly testing the waters.