<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/>As Natsuki mentioned that she didn't believe in guessing at inclinations, Biscuit nodded. "Yer' right. As my Grandfather always said. To "Assume" makes an "ass" out of "U", and "me"" Biscuit stated as Natsuki offered up the explanation that perhaps Amaya was trying to mess with Biscuit, to either make him Jealous, or possible make him aroused. Had Biscuit been a more blunt individual, he would have stated that the scene, and the sexual tension being generated was quite appealing. "As nice as that would be, I don't think so. She seemed genuinely interested in ya." Biscuit replied. At the mention of getting a phone, Biscuit looked at Natsuki quizzically. He thought all japanese had phones. Hell, He was sure that the phones they had here were light years ahead of anything he seen. Then she corrected her speak by saying "New", and he nodded. "Ah, sure I don't see why not." He replied.<br/><br/>As the bike was warming up, Biscuit just smiled at Natsuki when she mentioned about not wanting to use him as her chauffeur. "Don't worry you're not. I want to ride, and this is an excellent excuse. Besides, if I can take a pretty girl for a ride, then I'm making out like bandit." he replied, not really registering what he said could be considered flirting. He was just honest, and thought Natsuki was pretty. Yet, Natsuki was still a bit hesitant and listed off all the things she needed. Explaining that she was trying to start off fresh. "That is alright. We get as much as we can, and I'm sure there is a way to get the other stuff brought over. The store may have a delivery service, and if there is a charge. I'll pay for it." He announced.<br/><br/>Natsuki was seemingly coming around as she mentioned that she really had more running around to do than simply a lot of stuff to carry. She began to think before she came up with an offer to reimburse him for his time, and gas. Not that she really needed to, Biscuit was most likely going to go for a ride anyways. She was just giving him a destination. She offered to buy him dinner, a full course one too! A place called "Ootoya". Though she wouldn't be finished yet as she leaned against him with a look of about to make a shady deal. Though what she offered had his cheeks explode in color and an audible gasp slip from his lips as an image of Natsuki appeared in his mind in various types of swimsuits. Bikinis, racing suits, thongs, Slings. Quite a plethora. He swallowed thickly as he tried to regain control of his adolescent brain. "Y-you don't have too...if you don't really want to." he stated, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect. Though the stipulation of no "Cosplay" had him shaking his head vehemently. "Understood." He stated, though he wasn't sure what Cosplay was.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6mCLJRbOAo</div>The two would roll out of the parking lot of the school, the bike's exhaust setting off a couple car alarms that will undoubtedly upset the owners. Though Biscuit cared little for that as he rolled on the throttle, and the bike quickly gained speed. Since Natsuki seemed much more comfortable, and relaxed than she was last night. Biscuit was a bit more vigorous on the acceleration. Granted, the Bike was far to heavy to do any wheelies, or anything it still had surprisingly smooth torque that allowed Natsuki a comfortable acceleration.<br/><br/>As they rolled the short road from the school to the town, the sun shown down upon them. Warming their skin as the wind kept them comfortable. Biscuit's goggles over his eyes as a boyish grin stretched across his lips. Yeah! There is exactly where he belonged, in the saddle of his motorcycle. the Motor singing beneath him as the exhaust faded behind them. The few cars that the two pasted had small children laughing and waving at the two. Biscuit would wave back as they dove through a curve. The movements were so fluid and natural it was like he was born on the back of that bike. Unlike last night, Natsuki got to see the world rush past them both in a blur. Biscuit was hoping that Natsuki was enjoying herself.<br/><br/>Before too long, the two reached town, and Biscuit had to slow down to navigate the traffic safely. He figured Natsuki would want to get her phone first, and a phone store was the first shop they were coming upon so Biscuit rolled off the throttle, and leaned slightly as he glided the bike towards the curb where he found a parking spot just in front of the shop. "Here we are." he announced as he eased the bike on the jiffy stand, and it the kill switch. "We should be able to get you a phone here." he explained.