<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>Main Entrance -----> Faculty Office<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, First day<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ryuuji, open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Dusty blue jeans, Army Field Jacket, Field Cap, Aviator Goggles, black Foothills brewery t-shirt<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Running Late, looking for faculty office.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Shit" Biscuit muttered under his breath when he was told that he said the wrong greeting, and let out a long exhale as he tried to log that into his mind. He had paid particular attention to the greetings as he figured he would be using them the most. What way to start off his new school life in another country. Hopefully it will only get better from here. Though there wasn't all bad news, at least Biscuit pronounced the greeting properly. That thought almost made him chuckle as most people say that He, and people from the south in general speak as if they have a mouth full of marbles.<br/><br/>As the two walked towards the Office, or where ever Ryuuji was taking him, Biscuit was unaware of the glance he was given, and was being sized up. Biscuit nodded when Ryuuji welcomed him to Denai, and even reached out to shake his hand. "Arigato" Biscuit replied as he reached out to take Ryuuji's hand, but stopped himself suddenly. Biscuit would then reach into one of the larger pockets on his field coat, and pulled out a dirty rag covered in oil stains. Biscuit made sure to wipe his hand off before stuffing the rag back into his pocket, and extending it to take Ryuuji's. Ryuuji would find that Biscuit had a fairly strong grip, and that his hands were rough, and calloused. Showing he was not a stranger to working with his hands. Closer inspection would show that his hands had oil stains seeped into the cracks of his skin, and around his nails. Showing he had spent a LOT of time working around at least his bike.<br/><br/>Taking his hand back, Biscuit shook his head as he was asked if he was a "Abnormal" "Nah, I'm not. Never even met one. Though I hear about them on the news a lot. My hometown is fairly rural in the sticks of Marlboro County." Biscuit explained, though his tone was more neutral than anything else. Sure the News tried to make people afraid of them, but Biscuit was more curious than anything.