<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>exploring the school, Club Rush.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Day, Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natsume, Saya, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Dusty blue jeans, Army Field Jacket, Field Cap, Aviator Goggles, black Foothills brewery t-shirt, Packed Army duffel over his shoulder.<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>checking on Natsume.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Italicized means spoken in English<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit made sure to give Natsume her space as she clutched herself, and tried to calm herself. Pulling herself back from the brink of Panic. Biscuit wasn't sure what he should do to help. Or if there was anything he could do. As he listened to Natsume explain about herself, that she is an Abnormal and a particularly dangerous one at that. That she was an idiot for even thinking that she could be around others. He felt his mind starting to go into overdrive trying to process it all. She had been basically isolated from two years, and categorized as a "Class Three". It made her sound so ominous, and very dangerous. He wanted to say something. that it wasn't true, and she wasn't dangerous but who was he to say such things? He didn't know her, and she didn't know him. He was just some hick that just stepped of the corner of "Bum-Fuck-Egypt", and "You gots ah purdy mouth".<br/><br/>Biscuit took a half step, and raised his hand as if to reach out for Natsume when she was able to straighten up. Her demeanor more calm than it was a few moments ago. It would be about this time that another approached. A young man with light colored hair. He inquired if Natsume had been bullied if there was another problem. Though Natsume would be able to answer for herself. Explaining that she had gotten overwhelmed with the crowd, and needed to get away before her powers got the best of her. All the while, Ben's face was a mask of indecisive conflict as he tried to piece everything together.<br/><br/>"Natsume..." Biscuit started out as he fumbled for the words in Japanese. However, his language skills were still fairly amateurish. "<em>I'm not going to say I understand what you've been through, going through, or what is going on. To be honest, I don't. You're the only second "Star Child" I've ever met."</em>He explained as he scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "<em> I'm just some bumpkin from the sticks of South Carolina. So I'm not quite sure what to do or say that can remotely put you at ease, but my sisters, Cookie and Cracker, always said that any small measure of help isn't wasted. So, for what's worth, if you ever feel overwhelmed, You're more than welcomed to bend my ear. Iffin' ya needin' someone to talk too."</em>Biscuit offered with a bit of a lopsided grin as he held out his hand to shake hers.