"My name is Boundary Branaster," he said nonchalantly, "and as for my home, I do not have one." He stood up and stood next to her looking at her. He looked out the window with her at his side.<br/><br/>"I am seventeen years old currently, as far as you're concerned." he threw his vest to the side and the long sleeve shirt was worn tight to his body, underneath were a bunch of armor plates, though they were thin enough that they were unnoticeable. He flicked his arm and a knife slid out from his sleeve, he threw it into the air end over end repeatedly, getting a feel for the rhythm. It helped him think, helped him remember.<br/><br/>"For now, this shall be my home, that is, if you're willing to oblige me." he looked at her.