<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Theodorehowell.png)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Theodore "Teddy" Howell<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra Volunteer Fire Brigade/Bob's Fix-It Shop<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lady Anne Boyle, closed<br/><br/><hr/>Teddy leaned down to peck her, pulling her up just enough that she had to balance on tiptoes just to meet the taller man's kiss, and then his hands slid down the side of her corset, smoothing it and glancing down at the basket in her hand.  He smiled that she'd brought him lunch, giving a small chuckle at the mention of ''all she brought.'<br/><br/>“Sounds like a feast,” he promised her, stealing one more kiss as if to promise he didn't mind her being a bit late.  He chuckled and poked through the basket, setting it up on the only clean space, the counter where he let his customers pay for his services.  His hands were newly cleaned, but his forearms were still covered with small bits of grease and swadust – there was no doubt Teddy worked hard for a living, even when he wasn't putting out fires.<br/><br/>The axe he always seemed to have on hand leaned against the counter, and he offered her a slow smile.  “How'd you sleep?”  He raised an eyebrow.  Her visits had long ago become about more than just soothing her nightmares – and usually he could tell in a moment when she'd had a particularly fierce one.  For the moment she seemed as if her nerves were a little jangled, but more or less put together.  “How was tea?”<br/><br/>He slipped out a knife from the counter, pulling out the bread and starting to slice the remainder of the loaf.  He offered her a butter knife to lather honey and butter over the slices, easily falling into a rhythm with a lover he'd spent a scandalous amount of time with.