As soon as he entered the shop, there was a smile blooming on his face. There was nothing quite like walking in on a string of obscenities, and he found them rather amusing. His hands were idly stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket and his normally present guitar absent, but his hair was still sticking up at odd angles just like the last time they’d met.
He had meant to get around sooner, but things came up, as they always did, in his life. For one...well, he had a lot of thinking to do. Much to consider, and less than adequate time to handle a few things. Not to mention that the pre-game show for the World Cup had been sprung on him quite suddenly and preparing for it was a bit of a whirlwind.
Then, of course, he’d had to mourn Scotland’s loss. Still...he got over it a lot quicker than some of the other fans. He’d never really been that competitive, but he showed the proper amount of dissent towards those cheering for England and...well, now he was at Odds and Ends. Quite frankly, it’d never really grabbed his attention before.
Not until he found out that a very interesting girl worked there who had golden hair and one of the most angelic voices he’d ever heard, “I didn’t realize how absolutely colorful your vocabulary is,” he commented with a bit of a smirk, his Scottish brogue entirely distinct, “You alright there?”