<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 Parking Lot.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second Day, Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akiyama (m), Natsuki, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The sexual tension that was quickly being generated between Natsuki, and Amaya was getting so thick that even Biscuit, as clueless and Dense as he could be sometimes, was seeing the attraction each had for the other. One might have had been able to take bets on when each was going to start tearing the other's clothes off. And Biscuit had a front row seat to it all. Though he didn't let on too much about it. Just let Akiyama, and Natsuki say their piece before Amaya departed for the Dorms. Ending what may be the first of many encounters. Possibly even the beginnings of a relationship. Time will only tell.<br/><br/>When Natsuki was able to come back down to earth from whatever planet she was on, Biscuit chuckled at her impression of Amaya. when she asked about his standard of Motorcycles, he only shrugged. "Shared a common interest. Usually that is a good ground work for a friendship, or even more." he explained before she told him she was on her way into town to go shopping for the things she never got yesterday. Though as she mentioned him flirting with Amaya he turned to look at her with a confused expression before she threw that pose he did. Oh, so it appeared he was flirting with Amaya from across the parking lot. "Nah, nah, nah. She was only curious about the bike. Nothing more. There was no game." he explained with a dismissive wave of his hand. " Though I can see how you could think that. Besides, given her reaction you I think I have a fair guess to her inclinations." he said with a warm smirk. He had no judgement over Natsuki's preferences "I don't mind giving you her number. She did specifically say you can get it from me." He added.<br/><br/>Biscuit shut the saddle bag, and threw his leg over the bike as he raised it up off its jiffy stand. "School's going about as good as it can I suppose. I don't think I put my foot in my mouth too much, and I'm not being chased out by an angry mob with pitch forks" He laughed. "You said you wanted to go into town, right? Well, I can give ya a life if ya want. Give me an excuse to ride the bike, and see more of the city. Get a better lay of the roads too." He offered as he patted the pillion pad on the back of his bike.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Should Natsuki accept</div><div class="spoiler_body">Just like the previous night, Biscuit would turn on the ignition, the fuel, and the Run/Stop switch as hte bike's lights all flickered on. His left hand pulled in the clutch, and the right twisted the throttle a couple of times to prime the Carburetor before he reached down to apply the choke. Once that was done, he pressed the start switch and the engine lurched over once before firing. the two into one chrome exhaust roared to life once more. Biscuit's left hand moved down to turn off the choke as his right feathered the throttle to keep the bike running a she warmed up. It would only take about two to three minutes before he could fully release the throttle and the engine began lopping excitedly. Ready to run once more. <br/><br/>Biscuit would then turn his head to Natsuki. "Where do you want to go first?" he asked over the idling engine.</div></div>