<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>Isn't it suppose to be Illegal for a School girl to be<strong> <em>THAT</em></strong>sexy.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Benjamin swallowed hard as Natsuki accused him of using Amaya as an excuse to take a couple of pictures of her. The touch of her warm hand upon his cheek had him biting his lower lip. She would accentuate the accusation with the pose that back it up. She would then tell him that she wouldn't mind if he took the pictures. "Really!?" Biscuit squeaked as the temptation to rip out his phone, and start snapping away was almost too much to bear. "I...I would be lying if I said that I wouldn't like to have pictures of you on my phone. You're very pretty to look at. Though I kinda like hanging out with the original more." He stated shyly, the smile on his lips both nervous and yet warm.<br/><br/><br/>When Natsuki mentioned that she had something special planned for Amaya, Biscuit's grin showed a hint of wickedness to it as he felt that amazing body press against his. His arms twitched a bit, almost as if to reach out, and wrap Natsuki in his arms. The finger to his lips causing them to purse a bit. He nodded as she promised they'll get something specially for her. Amaya seemed like a good person to mess with, and would enjoy whatever Natsuki had in store for her. So long as it wasn't malicious.<br/><br/>Though it amazed Benjamin just how quickly Natsuki went from that tease that threatened to completely set his heart aflame to a shy, and adorable young woman in a matter of seconds when she found out that Biscuit honestly wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt when she rode with him. Natsuki began to mumble shyly, asking if he really wanted to her to go riding with him, and that they didn't have to go wherever she wanted to go all the time. That any time he was going to go for a ride, he was free to call her up. Benjamin smiled at Natsuki and nodded. "yes, I do enjoy taking you for rides. It is much nicer to go riding with someone I like too." he stated as that smile grew into a happy grin. "I hope you like going for rides with me, too."<br/><br/>Natsuki would be quick to change the subject, and assert her composure once more as she snatched the pants from him to try on. Though before she made her way to the changing room, another devilish smirk spread across her plush lips. The kind of Smirk that would have men shivering in want, and a hint of fear. Natsuki would leave Biscuit as she, and the Saleslady rushed around to grab a few more items. the sales lady constantly throwing the American a knowing hissing laugh. Leaving Biscuit to wonder what Natsuki was plotting this time. He was quite eager to find out. Particularly after she told him that he couldn't take a picture of what she was about to come out in.<br/><br/>When she emerged, Biscuit's mouth dropped open at the tall buckled boots, the jeans he picked out, a Denim jacket, and a peaked cap like what one saw in the photos from the 50s. Though the show wouldn't end there as when she asked him what he thought her arms came down causing the Jacket to open slightly. Biscuit's eyes grew wide at the revlation to the fact that Natsuki was nude underneath that jacket.<br/><br/>His eyes drank in her form like a man dying of thirst. His eyes slowly traveling up from the hem of the heavy denim jeans along her trim stomach that simply begged to be caressed. Up her sternum between the deep crease of her cleavage. Her luscious orbs barely hidden behind the black Denim jacket standing as two great mountains welcoming the observer's eyes. When Biscuit's eyes found Natsuki's eyes again. She had that Wicked grin that became the object of any man's desires.<br/><br/>"<em>Oh...mah...gawd</em>." Was all Biscuit could say as he couldn't take his eyes off of Natsuki.<br/><br/>the Saleslady barely could stifle her laugh. "It would appear he is stupefied, Madam." the woman giggled. She always enjoyed teasing men.<br/><br/>Biscuit started to take a step back as if to get the "Whole Picture", his eyes unable to move from Natsuki's. However, he forgotten about the bench that he had been sitting on just moments ago and was directly behind his knees. When his leg caught the edge of hte heavy bench, he lost his balance. "Wh-Whoa!" He called out as his arms began spinning for balance. However it was a futile gesture as he was going over whether he liked it or not.<br/><br/>Biscuit would land with a loud crash, barely keeping from knocking over a fixture. He came to a stop on his back, his legs sprawled hooked over the overturned bench. Though in doing so, he would inadvertently show to both Natsuki, and the sales lady that he wasn't just Large of Body, but Quite large where it Counted too. A thick protrusion from the front of his pants tented up. Straining, and pressing at the zipper that was barely keeping it contained.<br/><br/>Biscuit rubbed the back of his head from where it bounced on the tile. "Ouchie." he groaned as he looked up at the two ladies, and quickly noticed something, that he was displaying, and rather proudly too. Instantly, Biscuit's legs snapped together as he tried to cover his shame. "I-I'm sorry!" he yelped as his face colored in embarrassment, and shame. "I-I didn't mean for that to happen." He said as he found he couldn't look either Natsuki, or the sales lady in the eye.