<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/>Many may have found Natsuki's trepidation to mount the rumbling motorcycle quite humorous, Biscuit simply found it even more adorable. He would keep that disarming smile, and gave Natsuki all the time she needed to summon up the courage to throw her leg over the bike. Particularly after the first attempt brought up a point that Biscuit overlooked, Natsuki's short skirt. Had she completed the maneuver, who knows how many bystanders would have gotten a glimpse of the preferred style of undergarment she likes to wear. After several attempts at different seating positions, and mounting techniques. Natsuki resorted to the tried, and true method of diverting attention. The ole "What's that!?" trick. Biscuit had a feeling she would use it, and played along as he turned his head towards the direction she was indicating while at the same time bracing his leg for what he knew was coming.<br/><br/>Turning back, he saw that she was situated as best as she felt she could get upon his pillion pad. the Leather cradling her bottom protectively while the bike continued to rumble underneath her.  He waited for her to grab hold of either him, or at least his shirt. When he felt her grab hold of his shirt until he revved the engine, and suddenly grabbed him tightly. Causing Biscuit to let out an "oof" by how tightly she grabbed him. He could feel her pressed against his back, her face hidden behind his shoulders. While the soft pressure of her mounds was very nice, he could also feel how utterly terrified she was, and it only intensified when he pulled out onto the street. Her voice of protest swallowed by the roar of the accelerating Shovelhead.<br/><br/>When Biscuit had first started to learn how to ride a bike, so many people gave him "Advice" on how to take a girl on their first ride. Basically it all amounted to scaring the living shit out of her so she'll hold on tighter. However this seemed a bit counter productive as he figured the objective was to have the girl want to go on more than just that one ride. That, and when she holds on, he figured it would be nicer for her to hold on because she wants to, not because she feels that if she didn't she was going to be eating asphalt. Besides, in the small town he was from, it was only a matter of time before word got around and no woman would want to ride with you.<br/><br/>So as Biscuit navigated the city streets back towards the school he was going at a relatively sedate pace, hoping to keep the fear that Natsuki was feeling minimal until she learned that he wasn't going to drop her, nor the bike was going to throw her. At one point, Biscuit brought back his left hand, and placed it on Natsuki's. Giving her hand a reassuring pat. As if to say, non-verbally,<em>It is okay. I won't let anything happen.</em>. It would be shortly after that that Biscuit could feel Natsuki's death grip starting to slacken a bit as her head rose up just high enough that she could peek over his broad shoulder. Biscuit smiled as it appeared that Natsuki was starting to enjoy the ride. Even so far as she let out a whoop of excitement.<br/><br/>As the two reached the edge of the city to take that last road up to the Academy, Biscuit decided to open up the bike a bit more for Natsuki as she seemed far more confident than before. Granted, he wasn't going to do anything dangerous, or scary. But show her how fun riding a bike could be. Biscuit rolled on the throttle, and the low end torque of the V-twin pulled the bike, and its two occupants along easily, seemingly excitedly. The wind welcoming the two into its domain as Biscuit dove the bike into the turns, just barely keeping from scraping his floor boards. The excited whooping from Natsuki emboldening him to try, and coax more excitement from the girl.<br/><br/>Though with all good things, this too had to end eventually as Biscuit entered the campus, and putted around the school towards the women's dorms. They were relatively easy to spot as there was a sign that specifically mentions the different dorms. The last few meters, Biscuit let the bike coast as he pulled in the clutch, and applied the brakes. Bring the bike to a stop directly in front of the main entrance. A couple of Natsuki's classmates that were hanging out in the lobby heard, and saw the bike roll up. Biscuit put down the jiffy stand, and eased the bike down upon it so that Natsuki could slide off. Though as she started to stumble, he reached out a hand to try and steady her so she didn't fall. "Easy now." He chuckled as she bent over, panting. Biscuit slipped off the bike and opened the saddle bag to gather Natsuki's shopping. He would slip her money down into the bag where she most assuredly find it when she unpacked the bags in her room.<br/><br/>Approaching Natsuki once more, he offered her her bags back, and smiled. "I'm glad you had so much fun. I did as well. I'm happy I met you tonight, Natsuki. Hopefully we can ride together again sometime." He said with a beaming smile. "Also if you need any help, or an ear to bend. You can always come find me." he said warmly.