<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-colored t-shirt (same as picture, but clean and not sweaty. ;) ), clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theodore returned to his shop - a bit earlier than expected. But the last thing he wanted to do was get involved in a lover's spat, especially if the guy was loaded on enough testosterone to cover an entire professional football team. Theo smirked as he fished his keys out of his pocket, remembering a time, long ago, when -he- used to be just like Terran, protective of the one he loved. Both those days were long ago, when he was much younger.<br/><br/>No, if Christa wanted to chat, he had given her an opening to do so. It might not have been a plain-as-day invitation, but he had dropped enough hints - offering to help her with moving stuff, suggesting she date, telling her that he'd be happy to listen sometime if she needed someone to talk to - that if she wanted to talk to him, she knew she could. And if she didn't - then there was no sense in worrying about it. She was a big girl. She'd make her own choices.<br/><br/>Theo unlocked the door, stepped inside and kicked the door-stop down to hold the door wide-open. It would help air out the place a bit, and would be an obvious sign that the store was open for business. He flipped the sign around to 'OPEN' for good measure, then entered the shop-proper and walked around the counter, setting his bag on top of it while he took a sip from the straw in his rootbeer, turning the computer monitor back on that doubled as his cash-register.<br/><br/>Checking email real quick, he was pleased to find an email from the selling of the special item he had hinted at to Christa. Clicking on the tracking number enclosed, he was glad to see that it would be arriving tomorrow via FedEx.<br/><br/>He opened the bag and pulled out the two slices of sourdough bread that were enclosed. Maybe he was imagining things, but it still felt warm, and incredibly soft, as if it had just come out of the oven. He began to devour the first piece as he checked through his other emails, and then brought up the POS software, ready to go if someone came in to buy anything. He started on the second slice of bread as he moved around the counter and over to a small cart next to a section of books on the "Occult, Supernatural, and Paranormal", and began finding places to put each one, handling each of those delicate tomes with care.<br/><br/>Music. He needed to pick up a new set of speakers to hook to the computer so he could play some MP3s while working, especially when there was no one else in the store. He put that on his mental to-do list, and proceeded with his work.