<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>School grounds<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day before Culture Festival, Late evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taro, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue jeans, Black Sig Sauer T-shirt, Harley-Davidson Hoodie, Field cap, boots.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Smokin Hawgs.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit's toe was a tapping as he listened to the music and watched the smoke steadily rise up into the night sky. Sadly, the parking lot lights were obscuring most of the stars. That was a same as he was curious if he would truly see the same night sky here in Japan as he would his home town. Biscuit was settling in for a long lonely night as he would watch many of the other students, and most of the faculty depart the school either for the dorms of their own homes. He was garnering his own level of curiosity from those that were leaving the Campus via cars to head home as well. He would simply wave to them, and gave them a smile but otherwise didn't act like anything was out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>Though Biscuit didn't react to the sound of Footsteps behind him as he figured it was simply another Teacher, or student making their way home. Though as the stranger spoke, Biscuit turned his head just enough to see a young Japanese Man standing there. Another student with a face that was vaguely familiar. He greeted him, and guessed at his name. "<em>Yo!</em>" Biscuit stated as he held up a hand in greeting. "yeah, Ben's my name, but people just call me Biscuit." He stated before draining the last of his soda and slipping it into a trash bag next to him to keep his area cleaned. "Your face is familiar, but I don't recall your name." Biscuit explained as he tried to remember where he seen this person before. Possibly just passing through the halls. When asked what he was doing, and that it smelled good. Biscuit gave the other person a smile. "I'm slow smoking some hawgs for tomorrow's festival. My class is doing a Southern diner. Even making Slaw, and other fixin's." He He explained.