<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>Beef Bowl Shop.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Day, Ryuuji (mentioned), Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natsuki, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit turned back to Natsuki as she whispered a phrase to him. Telling him that if he wanted extra sauce without paying to say that phrase. His eyes grew wide, and his mouth made a small "o" before he nodded. "Thanks. I'll have to remember that next time." he stated as he felt should he shout it to the chef now, it may blow the secretive nature that the young girl was trying to foster. Though the smile was very appreciative. It was going to be little secrets like these that will make his stay that much more pleasant.<br/><br/>Biscuit held his hand out to Natsuki, waiting for her to take it as she looked at it curiously for a moment. Seemingly unsure of what he was expecting of her. Though when she took his hand, and began to shake his vigorously. He couldn't help the amused smile, and chuckle. It was an honest shake, and that was always better than "Proper" handshakes any time. Biscuit's grip was solid, but no where near as tight as with Ryuuji's from earlier. This was a lady after all. "Nice ta meet'cha, Miss Akuzawa." he replied as she fumbled with his name adorably, and asked if it was like Cookies. Biscuit smile never wavered as he shook his head. "Nah, the English refer to cookies as Biscuits. We American's, Biscuits are a breakfast staple in the south. Particularly with Sausage, and Mustard." Biscuit explained, wondering if he should make some buttermilk biscuits for any friends he'll make here. When Natsuki asked that he call her Natsuki, he nodded. "Sure." He stated.<br/><br/>When Natsuki asked if he lived in the city, Biscuit rested his head upon his hand, and listened as Natsuki explained that she lived in the dorms, and had come to the City to do some shopping. Glancing down, he could see the bags by her feet. Though she explained that she came too late, and that most, if not all the stores were closed. "Sorry ta hear that. I live in the dorms too. I just dropped off my stuff in my room, and grabbed a quick shower, and clean clothes." He explained. "Though with how nice the night was, I figured a ride into town on my motorcycle would be refreshing as well get a chance to sample the local fancy cuisine" He chuckled as he motioned to the restaurant they were both currently occupying.<br/><br/>About this time the waitress approached, and set his coke down. Biscuit picked it up, and started to down half of it in a single pull before setting it back on the counter. "Ahhhh, that was good." He said before realizing what he did, and blushed before looking at Natsuki with a self mocking expression. "Sorry about that. It would appear I was thirstier than I thought." He stated, his cheeks still blushing.