<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Diner parking lot.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second Day, Afternoon ----> early evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit stopped his approach to the diner when he heard Natsuki mumble that he didn't have to do this. He turned to look at her as she went on to say that he knew what she was now, and while she was happy he wasn't angry. He didn't have to force himself to hang out with her. That he could have gotten seriously hurt. Biscuit took a breath before turning around and placing his large hand upon the top of Natsuki's head. He rubbed softly back, and forth like he would for his little sisters back home when either one was upset. The warm smile never leaving his lips as he placed his fingers underneath Natsuki's chin and tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. "You're right. I don't<em>Have</em>to do this. I<em>want</em>to!" He chirped warmly before pulling his fingers away from her chin. "Besides, it would not have been the first fight I've been in." He stated before taking Natsuki's hand in his Before leading her towards the door. "And you're right. I do know what you are. You're cute." He said with a teasing lilt to his words as he reached for the door.<br/><br/>Opening the door, the two were greeted with the usual Family diner affair. Booths line the parameter of the establishment with a couple of tables in the middle. Two to three college aged women trotting around bring out orders, and taking them as people ate their food in relative peace. It was a rather relaxing scene. A waitress would quickly trot up to the two. "Good evening. Please follow me." She stated as she started to lead them to a table in the middle of the room. Though Biscuit quickly motioned for the booth in the corner away from everyone. Figuring that Natsuki would like to have a bit more space than normal. The waitress smiled, and nodded as she led the two over to the booth. Biscuit would let Natsuki take a seat before taking a seat to keep an eye on the door, and the rest of the restaurant. "What would you both like to drink?" The waitress asked. "Coke's fine for me please." Biscuit replied. The waitress would then turn to Natsuki for her selection.<br/><br/>Once the drink orders were taken and the waitress departed the table, Biscuit finally relaxed as he leaned against the table. He was quiet for several long minutes as he tried to organize his thoughts. What happened today was big, and couldn't simply be swept under the rug. Yet, remembering what happened with Natsume yesterday, he was sure he didn't want to make Natsuki feel worse than she already did. With another deep breath, he finally spoke "Natsuki, I'll let you know that before coming here to Denai, I've never met a Abnormal before. All I knew was what they threw out on the TV. Since coming, I met three others aside from you. One that even claims she is a "Class Three" or something. I'm enjoying hanging out with you. You're fun, and today was the exact opposite of boring Even after what happened today, I want to be your friend, and go riding my bike with you. I hope that is okay." Biscuit stated as he began to twiddle his thumbs together nervously. He wasn't sure what to say about what happened, but he wanted Natsuki to know that he wasn't blaming her. He also wanted her to know he would like to remain friends, if that is possible.