<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>Family Diner - Out of the way Booth.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second Day, early evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>, Natsuki, Amaya (m) Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Italicized means spoken in "English"<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit tilted his head in confusion over Natsuki's reaction of questioning if she was their sound engineer. The way she acted, it seemed as though she didn't know that there was such a position. "Yeah!, The sound engineer mixes the music together and achieves some sort of balance if I understand the job correctly. I seen a mixing board as large as this table at<em> Guitar Center</em>back in Charlotte when my friends and I took a weekend trip up there. It had all sorts of buttons, and slides, and dials. Just looking at it, I felt overwhelmed." Biscuit explained. For Natsuki, she quickly dispelled that assumption and tried to explain that what she did was hard to explain. It did seem to make her uncomfortable to explain so Biscuit nodded, and decided to drop the subject so not to make Natsuki more uncomfortable than she already was.<br/><br/>surprisingly, the meal was delicious! Though the corn bread muffins were still a little dry. The butter helped with that. For Biscuit, this was comfort food as he reminded him of home. He barely gave a cursory glance to Natsuki, and her troubles using a knife and fork. He didn't laugh, but she did look adorably cute. He could only imagine how inept he would have been with a pair of chopsticks. He simply smiled at the scene when she displayed her reaction how delicious the steak was. He was hoping he would have many more moments like this while in Japan. It would make his stay that much more pleasant and the memories more memorable.<br/><br/>Once the meal was finished, Biscuit paid as he promised. Leaving a nice tip for the waitress that had her give him a wink and a "cute" giggle in return. Biscuit just gave her a friendly smile and wave. He had no dillusions that she was in any actually interested in him. Just making him feel more "Welcomed" for the tip. "Well, I guess we should be heading back. We both have homework we need to get done." Biscuit stated as he slid out of the booth.<br/><br/>Outside the wind picked up a bit as a Front was rolling in. Biscuit would approach his bike, and turned to comment on the wind. "Looks like the wind is a bit....gusty!?" Biscuit squeaked as he looked at Natsuki. Either the Gods were enjoying seeing Biscuit squirm, or they were rewarding him for trying to be chivalrous earlier that day. For no sooner than Biscuit turned his head than a gust of wind raised Natsuki's skirt just high enough for him to see her most sacred area. His eyes grew wide as he took in the curves. He could feel his mouth water at the prospect of it all. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as that image was seared into Biscuit's memory.<br/><br/>The flash only happened for a moment, but it was enough to stupefy Biscuit into complete motionlessness. Once the skirt fluttered back down, Biscuit's mind rebooted as he quickly spun around. "<em>S-Sorry!</em>" He stammered in panicked english as he tried to figure out what to do to help. It never crossed his mind that Natsuki may actually like going "Commando". Suddenly, he remembered something he had in his saddle bag. While it wasn't much of an opinion. It would give Natsuki some dignity back. Ripping top of his left saddle bag, Biscuit dug down to the bottom for a ziplock bag. Once he found it he would approach Natsuki and offer it. Making sure to not look below her neck line "Don't worry they're clean. Brand new even." He explained as what was in the bag was a pair of Zebra print silk boxer shorts. Once she takes them, He immediately turns around to act as a bit of a wall so that Natsuki could put on the boxers in as much privacy as Biscuit could give her.