<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>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>finishing up the meal, and preparing to go back to school.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------<br/><br/>The meal was going swimmingly, or at least Biscuit thought so. Probably couldn't ask for a better experience. He was having a lot of fun getting to know Natsuki. He had expected to take much longer before he could be able to talk with anyone beyond the normal "Hello", "Which way to the bathroom?", and "Does my feet smell like goats breath?" Though her attempt to speak english had Biscuit laughing, and throwing her the Thumbs up as well. <Goodness, I'm gonna need an insulin shot for how adorably cute that was.> He muttered to himself in english. He was happy that he met such a nice person like Natsuki, and Ryuuji. Hopefully this was all just the start to a very exciting, and fulfilling school year.<br/><br/>They were about to go when suddenly Natsuki stopped Biscuit. The young man stopping, and watching what she was doing as she reached into one of her shopping bags, and pulled out a pack of wipes. What was she needing those for? She would instruct biscuit to hold still and reached out to grab his Chin. His eyes blinked a bit as she started to try to wipe away the grease smudge from his cheek. Though it was a bit stubborn and she had to rub a bit more vigorously. All the while she went on about how mechanic types seem to ways managed to get grease, and oil on them even when they're not working on machines. The words, and gesture made Biscuit think of his two younger sisters whom always seem to scold him for coming home dirty, and oily.<br/><br/>Biscuit was chuckling good naturedly at the attention, finding it rather pleasant to have the nearly undivided attention of a pretty girl. Though as one of the patrons decided to leave, Biscuit thought he heard the guy say something under his breath that he didn't quite catch. However the effect on Natsuki was ringing alarm bells as she seemed to go tense, much like a coiled spring ready to snap at a moment's notice. her grip on his face much tighter than before. to the point that her nails were actually starting to hurt. Biscuit would be silent a moment or two as the man passed, and simply left the restaurant. Though as Natsuki remained still like a cat with its claws drawn, Biscuit spoke quietly. Trying to get Natsuki's attention. "N-Natsuki ." Biscuit whispered.<br/><br/>Natsuki would appear to snap out of whatever it was that had a hold of her. Her down cast eyes, and whispered apology was nearly heart breaking to see, and hear. This couldn't have been the same girl from two minutes ago. Before Biscuit could say, or do anything more Natsuki stood up, gathered her things, paid the bill, and bolted for the door. "Natsuki wait!" Biscuit called out to the girl as she rushed out the door. He would shoot a questioning look to the Cook, and Waitress whom seemed more relieved that the girl was gone than they were over what caused her sudden departure. Biscuit would then shoot them a venomous glare before he took back Natsuki's money as he had already paid her bill along with his. The very next minute he chased after the girl into the night.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://motorcyclesadsy.com/mwpics/1981-harley-davidson-flh-electraglide-classic-shovelhead-1.jpg)</div>Biscuit burst from the Restaurant entrance, turning to the left, and right. Having expected that Natsuki was trying to beat a hasty retreat lest she suffers even more humiliation tonight. Blessedly he would find her near an old friend, and smiled as he approached. The look of shock on her face as she saw what was his motorcycle seemed quite common whenever Biscuit rolled up to a stop since coming to japan. She looked at him, and thrust her finger at him and then to his bike, and finally back to him. Biscuit could only give her a sheepish grin as everything was starting to fall into place. Natsuki would then turn back to his bike, and stare at it as if it was some priceless treasure. She then bent over to get a closer look, and Biscuit instinctively let his eyes draw up along her toned legs that could stop a train. Though as his eyes caught a glimpse of the bottom curvature of her tight rump, he flinched, and tore his eyes away from the heavenly sight. One that many young man his age would have been drooling over. He didn't want Natsuki to get the wrong idea of him.<br/><br/>Quietly he would approach Natsuki from behind, and place a gentle hand upon her shoulder. "Her name is<em>Melissa</em>." He said softly, "I named her after one of my absolutely favorite songs." he added before taking her bags and approaching the large red motorcycle. Opening the left saddle bag, Biscuit gingerly set Natsuki's bags into its depths. Moving the small first aid kit, and cable lock out of the way to accommodate the extra luggage. "Just give me a second to get her started." Biscuit explained before throwing his leg over the saddle with the grace of one that has done that a thousand times. Plopping down on the saddle, the bike give a slight groan of protest before Biscuit turned on the ignition, and the fuel. Reaching back, he flipped down the passenger foot pegs. He then gave the throttle two quick twists before pressing the Start button. The electric motor lurched over as the headlight dimmed a moment before the engine ran over. The engine would make two cycles before it caught, and the bike roared to life. Quickly it would fall into that classic Harley-Davidson uneven idle that sounded a lot like<em>Pa-ta-To, Pa-Ta-To, Pa-Ta-To...</em>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g4vy_m_p4I)<br/><br/>Biscuit would then lift the bike off the jiffystand, and turn to Natsuki before patting the rear pad just behind him. "Okay, you can get on now." He said to her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">if Natsuki got onto the bike.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Biscuit would brace his leg as the young woman slipped onto the back of the rumbling motorcycle. the suspension giving a slight squeak, but easily accommodating her weight. The leather seat would be surprising soft, and comfortable. A testament to Biscuit's care as he took a lot of time with saddle soap, and conditioner to bring the leather seat back to life. The bike throbbed between Natsuki's legs, seemingly eager to run into the night with the girl, and boy. "Just hold on to me, and I'll get ya back to the school in a jiffy." Biscuit promised and gave Natsuki a very confident smile, and another thumbs up. <br/><br/>Biscuit would then turn forward again. His right hand gave the throttle a quick blip, causing the engine to roar once more, the throbbing morphing into a steady vibration through the bike's frame, and seat. Pulling in the clutch, and pressing down on the toe shifter, the 4-speed transmission gave a deep clunk before Biscuit eased the clutch out as he pulled on the throttle in equal measure. The bike easily pulling away from the curb and onto the street. Biscuit turned the bike in the direction of the school, and rolled on the throttle more as the bike gathered speed, and sped off off into the night. the exhaust fading behind, and the Headlamp illuminating their way.</div></div>