<span style="color: #00FF00">Jayo hadn't cared his linewas cheesy. Hadn't cared it wasn't original. He'd been testing her. Wanted to see her spiciness. It had nothing to do with the fact she drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He ignores them. He waited and had turned. His eyes narrowed as the sexy chick was grabbed by some guys arm. <span style="font-style: italic">Oh hell no! Not on his watch! And definently NOT to the girl who had caught his eye in more than just a sexual way!</span> He walks that way stealthily. He heard the man speak to her. Oh how he hated punks like him. He heard her back hit the wall and he saw red. Blood red. And not as in he'd gotten shot. No this was sheer rage.<br/><br/>He grabbed the guy's shoulder. "Not you asshole!" he says in a venomous hiss. He used that hand and jerked the thug violently from touching and being near the girl. "Hey...you picked the wrong day. And the wrong sexy chick to mark as your target little man." he says venomously. His eyes filled with total bad ass bad boy street rage. He thrusts the man in a direction away from the alleyway entrance. He spin kicks him to the chest and he hits the back wall. "Get up! I'm not through teaching you manners street style!" he says in an angry voice.<br/><br/>He waits and just stands between Mesuma and the thug. The man came at him. What happened next was surreal. He moved in a flurry of blows. Punches, thrusts, kicks, and spiraling plus spins moved in a blur. The thug however letting out oofs, ughs, uhns, and finally loud oofs. And then an Ah! Ow! Followed by a loud as all get out THUD!!!!! And he growls. Calming since the dude was nearly unconscious. "And that...is manners taught American Street style." he says. "Two bit wanna be bad ass." he says in disgust.<br/><br/>He walks over to Mesuma. Picking her up and carrying her like a damsel in distress. "Hey...sorry about before. Well not about kissing you. For after the kiss. Just wanted to see if you were as fiesty and firey as you seemed." he groans. "That is the first time I've EVER apologized to anyone." he mutters. And walks with her. "Hey. You okay? Name's Jayo. What is yours?" he asks. He still held that bad boy tone. Even if he wasn't all kick ass now.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Hiyo blinks and snaps out of his thoughts. Looking at her in embarressment. "S-sorry...I should have been watching my path. Not be lost in thought. Please forgive me miss." he says in a shy, timid, and nervous tone. Looking at her and tilts his head to the side. Blushing more than the bright pink hue of embarressment that he'd already developed. He blinks and looks at her hand. "I will help you up as it is my fault you are on the ground in the first place. Yet I do believe women are quite capable of taking care of themselves. Women are not invalids. Contrary to most of male kinds beliefs." he says softly.<br/><br/>His voice was gentle. Soothing and calm like a peaceful tide ebbing in and out on the sand of a beach. Under a clear full moon night sky. He takes her hand. "Name is Hiyo. I really am sorry." he doesn't move to help her up. "If your wanting help up...I do not wish to impose my will upon you." he says. Clearly thinking the offered hand was to shake not to aid her in getting up. He smiles timidly and lets go of her hand. Not acting to help her up. "If your hurt and need help up let me know." he says shyly. Tilting his head to the side when her hand didn't retract he got an obviously confused look in his eyes and across his facial expression.<br/><br/>"Is something wrong? I am not sure why your still holding your hand out. I already took it and shook it in a way of introduction." he bites his lower lip cutely. Shifting in obvious shyness and nervousness. He stammers out. "Do you like chocolate? I do. I like to create and make chocolate." he says in a timid way. "My room has an anti-chamber leading to my secret place. I...um..." he blushes again and rubs the back of his head in uncertaintly. "...make it in my factory type place." he looks down. "Jayo says I am stupid and need to do more manly things. Not play modern day Willy Wonka." he sighs. "I do not play. I am."<br/><br/>He bites his lower lip thoughtfully. His eyes light up and you could almost see a lightbulb light up over his head. "I know! I'll take you there as a sign of apology. To make up for my rudeness of running into you. For making you fall to the ground. And to show my sincereness in my apology." he says. Smiling happily at his idea. Looking at her hopefully. As if wanting her to say yes and come with him to his secret place.</span>