<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>Town ------- Beef Bowl Shop.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Day, Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natsuki, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Looking for dinner.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>A solitary beam of light pierced the gloom of Night as the old motorcycle made its way down the road that winded its way down from the Academy to Denai City. The Evening was cool, but refreshing as Biscuit rolled on the throttle of the aged 80ci Shovelhead motor. The exhaust roared behind the bike as it dove through another turn. The floorboard scrapping against the asphalt with a metallic grinding noise. A smirk tugged at the corner of Biscuit's lips as he pulled in the clutch, and eased the throttle just a tad. His left heel rose up, and his foot slipped back an inch on the Footboard before pushing the heel down upon the bike's heel shifter. The transmission clunked as Biscuit entered 4th Gear. He let the clutch lever slip from his fingers and pulled on the throttle once more. The Bike seemingly leaping forwards like a charger into battle the lights of the City blurred past.<br/><br/>Entering the more densely populated part of the city, Biscuit downshifted and cruised at a more sedate pace. He was not familiar with the City, and didn't want risk getting hurt by misjudging a corner, or a blind intersection. That, and if he goes too fast, he'll completely miss the reason he came into this town. Since arriving Biscuit wanted to try some of the local "Delicacies", and one of hte most popular he has been wanting to try was the humble "Beef Bowl" Place. Just the sound of it made him hungry. Course that could be because he hasn't really had anything to eat all day. Having spend all his time today on the road, and trying to get back to school as quickly as possible. So it was safe to say that Biscuit was extra hungry.<br/><br/>As he took a random left turn at an intersection, Biscuit would spy the brightly lit lantern with the Kanji for "Sakuraba". the Neon Sign over the place said it was a beef bowl restaurant. "Looks as good a place as any." Biscuit mused before shifting his weight, and gliding the bike to a stop just in front of the place. Dropping the jiffy stand, he eased the bike down. Pressing the "Kill" switch, the V-twin shut down, and the hot cast iron, and steel began to pop, and ping in the cool night air. Biscuit would turn the petcock to off before sliding off the bike. Pulling his goggles up onto his hat, he removed the old MIG Welding Gloves he wore as riding gloves. Stuffing them into his belt on the back of his pants. Biscuit took in the restaurant he had chosen for his evening repasts.<br/><br/>The air had a deliciously greasy aroma, and the front entrance was humble and unassuming. Classic signs of a hidden gem as it wasn't trying to garner attention from "Tourists". Biscuit approached the entrance, and brushed the fabric hanging over the entrance out of his face. Inside was the classic Beef Bowl shop interior that he seen in the few Manga's that his hometown library had in its collection. There was a counter top that took up one half of the interior where the cooks prepared the meal in front of the patrons, and a Handful of tables on the opposite walls. Biscuit would take in the scenery for a few minutes as one of the waitresses came up, and bowed in greeting. "<em>Welcome, and please seat where ever you like.</em>She would say to him in quick japanese. Though for Biscuit, he would only be able to catch "Sit where ever". "Ah-re-got-toe" Biscuit pronounced in thickly accented japanese. However, the Waitress was already rushing over to clear the empty beer mugs from an freshly emptied table.<br/><br/>Looking around, Biscuit looked to see if there was an empty seat at the counter. Figuring he wouldn't take up a table for just himself. Though as he scanned the counter, he found there was just one seat available, and it was next to a young girl. Though he noticed that she was wearing the same uniform that he saw on campus, meaning she was also a student of Denai Academy. Hopefully she wouldn't mind a fellow student sitting beside her. Biscuit would approach the empty seat, and gently tap the young girl on the shoulder. 'Um...Pardon me. Seat...empty?" He asked as he struggled to find the right words in Japanese. "Sit, I may?" He requested.<br/><br/>