<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>Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second Day, 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>Italicized means spoken in "English"<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit was not surprised by the look of unamusement upon Natsuki's face. Had she any inkling of how much "Fun" it would be to clean that stuff off, she would be even more "miffed". Biscuit merely cringed as Natsuki let out a heavy sigh, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. All the while calling him "Baka", a word he knew to come to understand to be Fool. It was pretty much the same sorta of mannerism that Cookie would take when He bumbled at something and made a mess for her to clean up. "I-I'm sorry." He said softly. He was truly regretful.<br/><br/>though, after a moment Natsuki would sigh against, though the pitch and tone was far more different. The soft chuckle telling him that either Natsuki was over it already or something else, possibly even more dangerous, was afoot. Suddenly he stepped right up to him, and hugged him tightly as if she was hugging a large stuffed Teddy bear. Which would probably be the closest approximation for him. He could feel her mounds pressing against him as she buried her face into his chest. For a moment, Biscuit's mind went blank as he tried to process. "<em>Aye...Aye...Aye.</em>" He stammered as his cheeks flushed darkly at the fact that a beautiful woman was holding him.<br/><br/>Though as she whispered "baka" again with affection, Biscuit looked down at her a moment before his arms slowly enveloped her. Holding her to him tightly. It may, nor not been a surprise to find out that Biscuit was actually quite strong even with his bulk. Yet the surprise would be how gentle he could be with his strength. He exuded a sense of warmth, and protection in that simple embrace as he leaned down, and nuzzled the top of Natsuki's head and brought his hand up to stroke her hair. Course, he made sure the hand was clean first before he did so. He didn't say a word, and simply stood there holding Natsuki as long as she wanted. Giving her all of his time, and attention for those precious moments.<br/><br/>When she stepped back out of the hug, he smiled at her. "Are you ready to go back, Natsuki?" he asked.