Well, still, I think I'd like to help. I could use the exercise, anyways. [i]He snapped his fingers, a bright light encompassing his whole body for a split second. As it subsided, Alyssa noticed his clothes had changed; a tight fitting plain white muscle shirt with grey trim, loose yet slim grey sweatpants on his lower body. Basketball shoes covered his feet; the monotone colour scheme had the side facing him grey, and the outside of it white. Classy, yet relaxed in a way. He put a hand down near his foot, expertly maneuvering himself around the debris and onto an empty spot just beside her. The mage seemed rather... normal after the clothes change. The Five-Seven was still holstered just under his armpit, two rather large daggers sitting below his waist. 6'2", his arms were defined yet not too muscular to the eye, his medium build pressing on the shirt a little making him look bigger than he was. Without all the oddities, he looked exactly how he should; a young adult who worked out often, and was on a midnight jog, just wandering by a friends place.[/i] I hope you don't mind me getting a little comfortable; as much as the cloak is an honour, it sure does get stuffy wearing it indoors. You catch my drift, don't you? [i]Without the cloak, she got a better look at his face; rather handsome, with a longer than average nose and strong jawline. His short black hair was spiked at the front, his face seemingly freshly shaven; East-Indian, put shortly. Smiling childishly, he took a seat on the far side of her couch, staring at her with his golden-brown eyes as if expecting her to sit as well so they could get started.[/i] I hope you don't mind the intrusion; I somehow always find myself drawn to situations such as these. We'll get it figured out in no time, no worries at all. [i]He smiled at her, a reassuring air of confidence settling on her like a blanket. His presence was mood-lifting, to say the least.[/i]