<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/wlp1g5.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Biff<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dorm: 1st Floor : Room 1<br/><strong>With: </strong>Myrr<br/><hr/><br/>There was someone in his room. Someone was in his room, and he was talking. Words were being said, but Biff focused on the consumption of his dinner. Chew. Chew. Swallow. Parts of sentences came to him, but they seemed largely unnecessary. The food had his attention, though there was something at the end of all the words that caught his attention. "Well, I hit things. Sometimes I grab things and use them to hit other things. Sometimes I want to have claws, and then I use my claws on things." He went back to eating, hoping that the talking would lessen, if not cease entirely. He smirked a little, looking over at the elf. "You talk at things, eh? Until they give up or get angry and make mistakes?" He shrugged. It was a viable strategy, who was he to criticize it? He knew a few of his old coworkers used the same strategy to great effect. It could be worse, though he had been hoping something female would take the other bed he left open, that they might pursue the other tasking that was incumbent upon them. Did this one not want a girl? Was this one of those aberrations he had heard about, a man who liked to lie with other men? Biff didn't quite know how to feel about that, if he had been chosen as the target of this man's romantic aspirations. Should he ask? Was that a polite thing to ask someone you had just met? He grunted to shake the thoughts from his mind.<br/><br/>"There are other rooms. Sure you want this one?" He wasn't about to deny anyone the chance to live in the same room as him, nor put up a large fight, but certainly no one would want to room with Biff without some ulterior motive.