<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beef bowl shop in town<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day, night<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform, with a few shopping bags<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>Natsuki looked somewhat skeptical of Biscuit’s explanation of what a biscuit was. She was half-wondering if he was pulling her leg. She still pictured a biscuit as, basically, a sweet cracker. That didn’t quite seem to go well with mustard and sausage, but perhaps it was an acquired taste.<br/><br/><strong>“Motorcycle?”</strong>Natsuki repeated, her interest piqued.<strong>“Very cool!”</strong>That explained Biscuit’s peculiar attire, somewhat. Of course, by ‘motorcycle’ Natsuki was naturally picturing a sport bike, or possibly trail bike – the kind of smaller bike more typical of Japanese motorcycles… not a large cruiser. She smiled with amusement at the thought of the ~160 cm/130 kg American on a tiny dirt bike.<strong>“Ah, very cool,”</strong>she said again, with a jealous sigh.<strong>“And so convenient, too! I have to catch the bus back to the school… well, unless I want to walk. But it only runs once an hour.”</strong><br/><br/>She chuckled and waved her hand good-naturedly at his chugging of his drink.<strong>“Or maybe it’s just that the local fancy cuisine is that good,”</strong>she offered, wryly.<strong>“Actually, that’s another reason I like to get the extra sauce.”</strong>She waved her hand at her own half-eaten beef bowl.<strong>“When there’s a lot of sauce, it’s easier to basically drink it back quickly. Great for when you’re in a hurry.”</strong><br/><br/>She half-turned in her chair toward him, resting her elbow on the counter and her cheek on her hand, crossing her legs… self-consciously tugging at the hem of her skirt as she did, to make sure slightly more of her thighs were covered – it really was going to take a while to get used to these short skirts… and looking at him curiously.<strong>“You did the club sign-ups, right?”</strong>she asked.<strong>“That’s what had me running so late,”</strong>she admitted.<strong>“Did you sign up for anything?”</strong>