<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>Booth in a diner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform, without panties<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>Natsuki sensed that Biscuit was moving, of course, but she still wasn’t ready to look over at him. At first she thought he was just shifting in his seat, or maybe taking off his jacket. But he seemed to be actually getting up as if to leave. And then, before she could process that, he was sliding into the seat next to her and – completely surprising her – enveloping her in a great hug.<br/><br/>If she could have jumped in surprise, she would have, but all she could manage was an expression of complete and utter shock… coupled with a hot blush on her cheeks. Any average Japanese girl would have been caught off-guard by the public display of affection, but Natsuki in particular was very sheltered due her time in the Institution. She froze like a deer in headlights, her embarrassment made even worse when she saw that the waitress had noticed… and apparently decided to give them space.<br/><br/>She only<em>barely</em>managed to suppress her instincts to turn intangible. If she<em>had</em>, more likely than not she would have left most of her clothes behind. Or all of them.<em>That</em>would be the shining cap on the day, for sure. Of course,<em>that</em>thought only reminded her that she’d<em>already</em>forgotten her panties, and was now sitting without them wrapped in Biscuit’s arms. That pushed her even closer to losing control of herself. Luckily she barely managed to keep herself under control, though her body was stiff and trembling, and her heart was racing.<br/><br/><strong>“B-baka!”</strong>she stammered, eyes wide, cheeks bright pink. It was the only word her rampaging brain could manage to find.<br/><br/>He released her, and moved back to his side of the booth, leaving her trembling and pink. If it was hard to look him in the eye before, it was a thousand times harder now! She sat rigid in her seat, thighs pressed tightly together, hands ferociously holding down her skirt. She kept her eyes fixed on her knees, strategically downcast to avoid Biscuit’s – or, worse, the waitress’s, or any other onlookers.<br/><br/>With her focus downward, she didn’t know what he was doing until he slid the paper over to her. Phone numbers. Natsuki released a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, melting out of her stiff posture. She even slumped against the table, resting her arms on it, as she caught her breath and tried to control her heart.<br/><br/><strong>“Baaaa~ka~!”</strong>she repeated, giving him a sour look. Then she sighed heavily. Of course, that kind of physical intimacy was probably normal where Biscuit came from, even in public. She knew Americans were hand-shakers and huggers and who knew what else!<br/><br/>She picked up the paper, though, and looked at it for a moment.<strong>“When I get my phone working,”</strong>she promised.<strong>“I will call.”</strong>She folded the paper and stowed it safely in her pocket.<br/><br/><strong>“<em>Ne</em>,”</strong>she said, after a moment, to avoid an uncomfortable silence.<strong>“Do you like music? I found out today there is a rock band at our school. They are very good! Maybe… maybe you would like to hear them sometime?”</strong>