<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>5:59 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Evans Day Spa - Massage room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo nodded as she described what he did and possibly what types of discomfort he might feel on occasion. "That's amazing. You can tell that sort of thing just from the type of job someone has? That's interesting," he said with a gentle smile. And of course the thought of this woman being in 'control' of his body was beyond hot, but he decided it'd probably be best to keep that to himself at least for the time being.<br/><br/>He felt her nails on his scalp, light, gentle and slow. It took some amount of control -not- to reach across and pull her into his arms.<br/><br/>"Well, even though we've both been here for awhile and are just meeting now... better late than never, I say," he replied. He was -very- grateful that she had come by his store when she did. It had already been something of a wacky-day, but her coming into it made it one of the best days he had experienced in a very long time... and there was still a date to come.<br/><br/>His eyes locked on hers as she began to lean toward him. Slowly, he leaned forward as well, perhaps not as quickly, just wanting to make sure he wasn't misreading her intent. An announcement came over the intercom, and he paused, assuming she would as well. But she didn't, she ignored it and continued to drift forward until their lips brushed lightly against one another... light, gentle, but he could -feel- the electricity. Just -about- to lean forward for something more... invigorating, the announcement came again, and she pulled away.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I should move my truck," he said, his voice soft, throaty, and he cleared it quickly before he spoke again. "Should I meet you out front, if you're ready to go? Or should I park around front and come back in, if you have other things to take care of first?"<br/><br/>