<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>, Natsuki, Natsume (m), Ryuuji (m), Amaya (m) Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong><strong>RUN AWAY RUN AWAY!!! </strong>....Holy<strong>S</strong>ugar<strong> H</strong>oney<strong>I</strong>ce<strong>T</strong>ea<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Many times in a young man's life they dream of being the valiant hero that saves the beautiful damsel in distress from a horrible fate. To accept her praise, love, and heart before departing into the sunset leaving a legend in his wake. However, what those fantasies often exclude was the royal ass beating that normally comes from trying to live out those fantasies. To say that Benjamin was scared was an understatement. He was not a violent person, nor a confrontational person. He would rather laugh, and joke while sitting on a front porch on a summer's afternoon with friends than to get into rowdy fights.<br/><br/>Yet, here he was staring down a growing pack of young men that seemed to want "Street Justice" against him and/or Natsuki for some precieved crime that he was not aware of. Biscuit's heart raced as he felt a cold sweat begin to build along his brow, and the back of his neck. that board in his hand trembled as his knuckles turned white from how tightly he was gripping it. He never thought his time in Japan would end up like this, but at least he made a couple of friends here. Well if he could actually call Ryuuji, Natsuki, Amaya, and Natsume friends. He would like to, but he just wasn't sure if that was the right way to put it.<br/><br/>As the men started to form at the mouth of the alley, Benjamin was about to shout his best threat but all that came out was a shocked yelp as he felt a pair of hands that did not belong to him suddenly dive into his pockets. He wanted to turn to see who, or what it was but he dared not turn away from the growing mob. Natsuki would whisper to him to trust her, but he really wanted to ask what she was doing. Particularly since her hands came really close to a part of him that would have reacted quite strongly to a woman's touch. Another started squeak would slip from his lips as he felt her yank on his waistband for her to see that Leopard print silk boxers. His cheeks blushing at the fact that Natsuki knows now. Though the humor may not be as apparent in this current situation.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Natsuki finished her pat down, and threw herself at Benjamin, his left arm instinctively wrapping around her waist to keep her close. The board held out menacingly before him and her, but considering she was severely limiting his movements, the group was embolden to attack. She requested him to trust her once more as he gritted his teeth watching the attackers rush them now.<br/><br/>Yet suddenly the world seemed to shift, and become muffled. Biscuit blinked as he watched the board fall from his hand only to clatter on the ground. "Wha..." he was about to say, but Natsuki told him not to make a sound. Which appeared to be just enough sound for the others to realize they were still there. Biscuit heard them call out that they were invisible and the men began to swing wildly around. Some of the fists even sailed clear through His, and Natsuki's heads. Leaving a weird pressure where it passed through his face.<br/><br/>If that had been the strangest thing, Biscuit might have just calked it up to the most interesting date ever. However, next thing he knew Natsuki looked up and now they were going up. Like if they were on an elevator. Biscuit was about to let out a yelp, but remembering Natsuki's warning, kept silent. Soon the two were deposited upon a nearby roof, the sounds of the men still swinging wildly could still be heard, but for the moment they were safe.<br/><br/>Biscuit turned his attention back to Natsuki as she relaxed against him. Biscuit tried to shift around, and move his arm from her waist so she wouldn't get the wrong idea, but found that he physically couldn't move his arm...or his body! What was going on!? He could feel her try to pull away as well, but couldn't.  He placed his right hand upon her shoulder to see if they could be separated, but Natsuki seemed to understand what was going on. She told him it would take a moment, but they'll be free free of each other soon.<br/><br/>Biscuit wanted to ask so many questions right at that moment. What did she do!? Why couldn't they separate!? Many more. However, the look on her face and the knowledge of what they just went through silenced those questions. He can ask them later, if Natsuki wanted a "Later" with him and her. Right now that was probably the very last thing she needed. Instead he let out a deep sigh before speaking. "Everything will be okay, Natsuki. We're safe." he promised her. His other arm that had been loose the entire time coming around and began to rub up, and down her back gently. He hoped he was comforting her. He gave her a soft smile. "Everything will be okay." he repeated, hoping it would help her. Noticing she was standing on her tip toes, he tried something. Gingerly he leaned back a bit hoping to pick her up off the ground. "Set the balls of your feet on my boots. Don't worry, they're steel toe so you can't hurt me. That way you won't have to stand on your tip toes." he explained before gingerly setting back her down.