<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop of a store building... then floating invisibly through the shopping district... then riding with Biscuit... then outside a diner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform... later the same, with something important missing<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>Natsuki visibly relaxed when Biscuit accepted her plan. More importantly, he didn’t seem too upset about what she was, and what they’d gotten into because of that. Or at least so it seemed – it may just be possible she wasn’t reading his foreign mannerisms correctly.<br/><br/>She got into position behind him, and reached one arm around his waist – the way it would be if she were riding behind him, holding onto him. She tried to make as little contact as possible; enough that she could bring him along with her, but as little as possible to avoid too much issue when they got stuck together. Only touching his jacket would suffice: she touches his jacket which touches him… the connection was made. Once they went intangible, there wouldn’t be an issue; all that mattered was what she was touching the moment they went intangible.<br/><br/>She still had the list of things he was wearing and carrying fresh in her mind, so she started reciting mentally as she touched his jacket. And then… once again they were intangible and invisible.<br/><br/>Right away she started floating them off the rooftop, but she was momentarily distracted by the sound of fabric falling. She looked back at where she had been standing… and saw to her horror that she had been so focused on bringing through everything<em>Biscuit</em>was wearing that she forgot to fully itemize everything<em>she</em>had been wearing. Luckily Biscuit was too focused on the sensation of flying to notice they’d left a pair of panties behind them.<br/><br/>She floated them off the building, and down to street level, casually passing through pedestrians and other items on the street as she made her way toward the goal. Nobody could see them, and if they felt them it would just be as a strange sense of a warm breeze passing through their bodies.<br/><br/>Finally they came to the bike, and Natsuki brought them to a gentle landing right next to it, then re-solidified them. If anyone noticed the pair popping out of nowhere, they didn’t make a fuss about it. With one hand attached to Biscuit’s jacket, and the other firmly holding her skirt down, she took her place behind Biscuit on the bike, and then they were off. Their pursuers were probably still swinging blindly in the alley to find them, or at least they hadn’t got around to thinking about the bike, if they even knew about it. No one seemed to pay them any mind at all, as they rode away.<br/><br/>To be honest, what Natsuki wanted more than anything else was to get back to her room, lock herself in, and curl up alone. But Biscuit wanted food, and she didn’t dare argue anything – it felt like enough of a stretch to have him go along with her escape plan. Though, she<em>was</em>hungry.<br/><br/>And the diner seemed like a relatively safe place to talk things through. He probably wouldn’t have brought her here if he intended to yell at her.<br/><br/>By now she was no longer stuck to him, so the only challenge was getting off the bike. All the comfort and familiarity with the manoeuvre that she’d gained during the day was lost now, because of the lack of underwear. Once again, it was a quick, awkward manoeuvre to swing her leg over, without lifting it<em>too</em>much. But it worked… she hoped.<br/><br/>Now the<em>really</em>awkward part began.<br/><br/><strong>“You don’t have to do this,”</strong>she mumbled, miserably.<strong>“You know what I am now. It’s nice that you’re not angry about it, but you don’t have to force yourself. Today was all my fault. You could have really been hurt, and it was all my fault.”</strong>