Zeris looks at her. "Yeah. Not all us street folk are thugs or gangsa's." he says. Sighing a bit. "I often get told I'm a thug, gangster, and punk. All mixed in with a guy who is straight outta a romance novel. I end up telling those people...their full of shit." he says. Grinning at her. "Coming from you though...this whole different and standing out as a figure bit...sounds cool. And good type of thing." he says.<br/><br/>Looking at her. "Yeah a geezer mom." he says. Laughing again. As it was rather funny. "He is mostly called street mom as he looks out for the kids. Sorta raises us to survive on our own. Doesn't stop til your at least between 16 and 18 years old." he says. "Some of us though get lucky. We interest him enough or something that he keeps tabs on us. So even if we don't know it outright...he's still got our backs." he smiles and looks at her.<br/><br/>"Yeah. You will have to be around to hear it or try and catch it." he says softly. Looking at her. "Hmm...tonight. 11:00. That is precisely in an hour." he says softly. "And you could say that. It is more my workshop than a place to live." he says honestly. Looking at her. "Your welcome Za-chan. (female friend in Japanese)." And he slips out into the night after a...yes you can.<br/><br/>One hour later....precisely 11:00 pm..........<br/><br/>Zeris was waiting on her. He'd changed into a pair of velvet pajama bottoms that framed his figure completely. A button up top that only had buttons up to the middle of his chest. His long hair down and out of its braid. The white silky strands flowing down his back to the end of his butt. It was flowing like a cascading waterfall.