Gren woke up from his sleep. Though to a casual observer, they might have thought he was meditating, what with having been sitting the entire night. In full armor. It didn't bother him too much and he had learned how to shift his armor in such a way that it didn't weigh too much on him, but it only worked if he sat in a certain position. It was at least comfortable and allowed him to be ready at a notice's moment, but also a very delicate state of body; the slightest nudge was able to make him uncomfortable enough to have to wake up and shift back into place. Luckily no one seemed to bother him last night, so he was well rested. Getting up was a bit of a pain since having to lug his armor just after waking is difficult, but also something he's done a lot. He still kept clean however; as soon as the bathroom was available, he went inside, washed himself clean and brushed his teeth (All in the showers), and put on some new underclothes. He began to clean the inside of his armor once more, even though he didn't really do much yesterday to make it dirty. Habits.

Once he was finished, most of the ballroom was awake. There was still people asleep and who just woke up, but for the most part the day had begun. The sun was high enough to enter the high ballroom windows, so he guessed it was mid morning. [b]"The dew should still be wet."[/b] Gren went back to his mattress and retrieved his things; first was a large metal box, looking almost like it was some sort of military grade crate meant to survive a nuclear explosion. And the other thing he picked up was The God Eater, his weapon, current in it's dormant state. Despite looking like both the things weighed a hundred pounds each, the large burly boar faunas hoisted these things onto a harness on his back. He left the Ballroom to go look at something.

That something was the garden. While most of the students were warming up their bodies or getting breakfast, Gren had regretted not seeing the flower garden yesterday. He had spent most of the day doing some research on Grimm and what he could be expecting today, assuming that Beacon was much too spartan to have something as silly as a flower garden. Oh how wrong he was. Beacon actually had a wide variety of flowers, even though the arrangement of them was rather uncreative. They were all growing together in no discernible pattern or shape, though he supposed that in a way, the fact that all these flowers are capable of being grown and mingling among each other was something admirable, and could speak volumes of Beacon's willingness to accept different people. [b]"Or, maybe I'm just thinking too much about a foolish thing... I hope I'm wrong."[/b] Gren looked for which flower he could try to take, not wanting to take one that still has a chance to grow, but also one that is nearing it's end. It was a very delicate and intricate process that made him think long and hard on which flower he decided deserved to have all it's efforts cut, merely so that he could bring an offering of peace to someone in the near future. Sufficient to say, it was not a simple choice.