He worked a job that wasn't exactly a 9-5, odd hours were kind of his thing. Some days he could disappear, others a child would need something and he'd be there until the next day until it was finished. That was part of the gig, he knew that going in. What he didn't account for were Dreams ontop of it. With a capital D. He internally flinched when she spotted him just as he'd nearly changed his mind and he turned to face her with a strangely forced grin. "Uh, yeah. Cisco is me." Very smooth he was. "Fear is the path to the darkside." He joked, though a little half heartedly-not everyone was even into star wars. Maybe she'd have no idea what the hell he was saying, he just brushed it off with a dismissive hand. Yoda talked like a weirdo, so did he okay?
He nervously brushed some dark hair out of his face, it was long so it kept getting in the way-but he didn't care for ponytails. They made him look a little too feminine. Not that it was a bad thing, it just wasn't his taste. He was already soft featured as it was, he didn't really need the help.
The rainbow hair caused him to arch an eyebrow. "Okay." He finally responded. Huh. Well. At least she didn't look intimidating and strict like he thought of when he first pictured a shrink. He took a few moments to gather his bearings before he slipped into the office. "Um, so how does this work?" He fidgeted with the end of a grey sport coat he wore. He didn't necessarily need it but it gave his hands something to do.