<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, Natsumi (m) Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>One can not succeed at everything it would seem. Biscuit attempt to try and strike up a Friendly conversation, and assure Natsuki he wasn't angry or hated her seemed to blow up in his face as she corrected him about<em>Class</em>, and<em>Level</em>. Explaining that it was a "Threat Level", and the coolness in which she spoke about it had a tight knot appear in his stomach. He wanted to say something to hopefully make her feel better, but what was there to say.<br/><br/>Then Natsuki would up the ante, and the look she gave him actually put a twinge of fear in him. She explained that Threat Level Three was the highest level that allowed the Abnormal to live. They were Adnormals with powers that were a threat to Humanity, and displayed the willingness to actually use those powers against people. The words only added to the vicious look Natsuki gave Ben. The expression accented when she leaned forward and spoke about someone reaching to his chest, and squeezing his heart till he died without leaving a trace. Ben's eyes grew wide at that example as he could almost feel that squeezing sensation on his own heart. A hand reflexively gripping at his chest to push away that icy feeling.<br/><br/>Natsuki would lean back in her seat, and turn away. It suddenly felt like a movie, and this was the scene where the Bad boy (or girl in this case) was trying to break things off with the sweet, and nurturing young girl (or chubby male gaigin) that was smitten with him cause she felt like he had a "Softer side" that only she could see. Natsuki would even say a cliche line that he was a nice person. She would ask if there was a fable about nurturing a viper to one's bosom where he came from, and while Biscuit didn't think there was a story. Just from the title he could piece together the moral of the story. She would then add another that biscuit knew was referring to herself.<br/><br/>When Natsuki finished, Biscuit just sat in silence a moment as he processed everything. From what he gathered, Natsuki was a claiming to be a Level 3. The only other Level 3 he knew of was Natsumi from the previous day. Yet, she didn't appear to have the willingness to hurt anyone with her powers. Hell, she didn't look like she could harm a fly. Though to be fair, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn't know she actually killed a man, even if it was in self-defense. Also given all the fun they had today, Biscuit liked to think that Natsuki wasn't that type of person either. Even if her powers were...disorientating, and left Personal space by the wayside. Again, Biscuit wanted to say something, anything to show that Natsuki didn't have to go it alone. If Biscuit was anything, he was a loyal friend.<br/><br/>As the Tension seemed to mount, the bright chipper voice of the waitress broke through as she set two tall glasses of soda on the table with a couple of straws. "So, have you two found out what you would like to eat?" She asked with an overly perky tone. Completely oblivious to the tension of the atmosphere. Thinking quickly, Biscuit spoke up. "Um, actually I don't think we gotten any menus." he stated. The waitress blushed suddenly as she realized that he was right. "I'm so sorry, I'll go get some right away." She stated before trotting off.<br/><br/>That little interruption managed to put a break in the tense atmosphere and let Biscuit look at Natsuki again. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward so she could hear him without him having to speak up. "Do you realize how awesome that power is!?" He asked, referring the one Natsuki used as an example. "My sister, Cookie, is always complaining about those plastic packages where you have to get out the heavy shears to cut them open, and then you have to tear them apart to get the product inside. However if you can just reach through the plastic and get the thingy, all the better!" He announced, a goof grin on his lips.<br/><br/>Though before too long, Biscuit summoned up his courage and reached across the table to take one of Natsuki's hands. "Also, I'm willing to take my chance with a "Scorpion" on my pillon pad. Especially if that "Scorpion" was a cute one." He stated with a cheeky teasing tone of the last statement, remembering her calling a "baka" for saying it last time. Though the statement was genuine. Ben only knew Natsuki a short while, but he felt like she was not a bad person and hoped they could be friends.