<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/>Biscuit didn't mind giving Natsuki the time she needed to get her legs underneath her. He was happy that she appeared to be enjoying to ride far more today than she did last night. Perhaps she also trusted him a bit more now that she knew he could actually handle a bike. Once she was able to stand again, Biscuit walked over to the Door, and opened it for her. Following her inside, he just glanced around the shop. He wasn't sure how long Natsuki was going to take. If she was like any other woman he met, she was going to shop all day for the absolute "Cutest" Phone, Case, Strap, Charger, and a Partridge in Pear Tree she could find. Not that he really minded, he had nothing better to do and who wouldn't want to spend time with a beautiful girl? However, Biscuit was actually quite surprised to find that Natsuki already knew exactly what phone she wanted, and any accessories to go with it. So they were only going to spend about 5 minutes in the store, and most of that time was the Clerk going into the back to fetch the phone. The only thing that struck him as odd was when Natsuki asked him to look at something over yonder while she paid for the time. He didn't think nothing of it, at first.<br/><br/>However, as they continued their shopping, Biscuit noticed things about Natsuki. Like she never browsed, she simply walked up to the register and told the clerk exactly what she wanted. Biscuit also noticed that whenever it came time for Natsuki to pay for things, she would always ask him to go look at something else away from the register. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it worried him. He hoped it wasn't anything major and that Natsuki simply wanted a bit of privacy when handling money, or cards. Something he could understand.  He didn't complain, nor ask questions. He would rather want Natsuki to feel relaxed around him, and not feel like he was judging her.<br/><br/>Once the hard shopping was done, it came time for clothes shopping. A prospect that Biscuit noticed seemed to make Natsuki happy. Though he did notice her difficulty getting on, and off his bike every time. Constantly asking him to "No Look", to which he would always respond by looking forward, and up cause his had he looked just straight ahead, his mirrors would have shown him what Natsuki was wearing that day. So mentally, he thought about at least suggesting she buy, and wear a pair of jeans, at the very least shorts, so she won't have to worry about that.<br/><br/>The clothing shop they visited catered exclusively to Women, and the moment they walked in, Natsuki had a sales lady right there with her. Soon she was picking out outfits, and being shown to the dressing room while Biscuit found a bench to sit on to get comfortable. Figuring this would actually take awhile. Though a part of him was rather excited too. Excited to see what kind of outfits that she would come up with. The first several outfits were very nice, and causal. Pants, Skirts, Tops that had Biscuit giving Natsuki smiles, and "Thumbs up". She seemed to have a knack for making a lot of outfits look great.<br/><br/>Then came the "Torture". Biscuit was not expecting it as the outfits that Natsuki showed him earlier were rather conservative. When she stepped out in a leather miniskirt, and a halter. Biscuits eyes became as wide as dinner plates as a choked squeak struggled to slip from his throat. Natsuki turned, and twisted as she showed off for him. "<em>Y...Ya look great!</em>" Biscuit stammered in english, the scene before him just too sexy to let his mind try and translate it to Japanese. Even the Sales lady was giggling at how Natsuki stupefied Benjamin. Yet, Natsuki would simply stop there. Each outfit was more, and more alluring than the last as she finally had a chance to let her hair down and enjoy herself. Even when she asked him to check the price tags that were "Strategically" placed, she would feel Biscuit's hands trembling. She was certainly having an affect on Biscuit. Yet the young man tried to be a complete gentleman. Yet, his cheeks would never lose that rosy hue cause of all the "Stimulation" that Natsuki was providing him.<br/><br/>When Natsuki came out in a number that would have bowled over the School's Judo team, and asked if he was enjoying this. Biscuit stood up from the bench, and approached Natsuki. The smile he gave her was warm, and honest. "I'm having a lot of fun hanging out with you, Natsuki. All these outfits, they all look wonderful on you. I'm glad you let me come along." He said before a cheeky grin spread across his lips. "Though with all this, I think we missed a golden opportunity to tease Amaya a bit. Should have sent her a couple pictures of you in the outfits. I think that might have cause her to blow a gasket." He chuckled. Hoping that Natsuki could sense that his joke was all in good fun, and nothing in any way against Amaya, nor her.<br/><br/>Biscuit then held up a pair of jeans for Natsuki. "Would you please try these on? I asked the sales lady to find me a pair." He explained. The jeans were not of a "Fashionable" variety, but heavy weight. The material thick, and durable. "I know you have been concerned about flashing people with your school skirt. These may help with that. Also, I don't ever plan on laying my bike down for whatever reason, but I also know that sometimes things happen. Heaven forbid that it happens, and you're with me. But if it does, I hope clothes like these will help to keep injury to a minimum." He explained. Basically telling her that he wanted to make her rides with him safer. "You're my friend, and I don't like seeing my friends get hurt."." he stated sheepishly<br/><br/>