<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, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>4:30 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open for business<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Just as he sent the last message, the bell on the front door rang. Theo stood up and walked around the corner to the main counter and saw the newest visitor. It was Ms. Henderson, one of his regular customers. An older woman in her 70's, she walked slowly, and loved to talk. She also had taken a shine to Theo, and did her best to flirt with him regularly, offering to make him food or even do his laundry.<br/><br/>"Theo!" she said, a big smile on her face, spectacles hugging the tip of her nose.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, Ms. Henderson," he said.<br/><br/>"Oh, you know you can call me Matilda, or Matty," she said, waving a wrinkled arm in his direction. "How is business?"<br/><br/>"Going well," he said, already wanting to return to his desk so he could wait for Mel's next reply, if there was one. "Was there anything in particular you were looking for this visit?" he asked, hoping to usher her along quickly.<br/><br/>"Oh no, just looking as always," she said. "You never know what you might find in a used bookshop!" she declared, as she began walking slowly again towards the nearest row of books.<br/><br/>She then began talking about various books she had read in the past, and Theo found himself only partially paying attention. His mind was elsewhere, and he swore he just heard the BING of the incoming mail icon on his desktop. Damn. Never before had he wished for a customer -not- to come into his store - until now.<br/><br/>Theo did an admirable job trying to pay attention as Ms. Henderson babbled on, and eventually, thankfully, she completed her shopping and departed.<br/><br/>Theo rushed to his computer, and saw her message - reading it quickly.<br/><br/>And then he smiled. He loved how she talked, and now he loved how she wrote. He knew he was probably distracting her - she even mentioned it in her latest e-mail - but he still couldn't help himself. A little guilt creeped in, but not much, as he started his response.<br/><br/><em>"Most beautiful Mel,<br/><br/>I am happy to be of assistance to you. And you are more than welcome to express your thanks to me in-person in less than two hours.<br/><br/>Tonight should be fun. What I have planned might be ultra cool... or ultra silly. Either way, it's the thought that counts, right?<br/><br/>I will me happy to speak to your masseur directly. I will look her in the eye, and with the sweetest, most alluring voice I can muster - I will simply tell her what I desire. She may of course refuse me, which would be completely understandable. But if she is able to provide me with what I need, I can promise her equally thrilling joys in return. I will look forward to the tour and to see what all your business has to offer."</em><br/><br/>He read her next line, and suddenly froze. During the entire conversation with her, and the playful email discussion he was currently involved in, he hadn't even contemplated -that-. He wasn't fully human, and she didn't know. Likely she would -like- to know something like that before engaging in any sort of... recreation with him, and he knew the fair, honest thing would be to tell her.<br/><br/>Once again, though, he was getting ahead of himself, and he knew it. They might go to dinner and he might not even hear from her again. It was -far- too early to share something like -that- with her, far too dangerous. He smirked and shook his head, realizing that he was getting his hopes up for something more than a few hours of her time tonight. To really get to know someone took time, and he was sincerely hoping that Mel would give him that.<br/><br/>At worst, though, perhaps he would at least make a new friend.<br/><br/>Feeling reassured with himself, he continued typing his response.<br/><br/><em>"Some people age really, really well. You don't look a day over eighteen, as you remind me of one of those girls in high-school that -all- the guys fawned over. I wonder if you were fawned over in school - and if you enjoyed it. Perhaps I'll find out out tonight.<br/><br/>I, too, am confident we can make something work - and I look forward to working with you.<br/><br/>Can't wait,<br/>-Theo"</em><br/><br/>A quick once-over, and then he clicked send. It was a longer gap this time, but he had had a customer, so he was fairly sure she would understand.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>