<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, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit listened as Amaya explained that it wasn't his outfit so much as the fact that he had a western bike with him. That mostly the cost of bringing one over was so outrageous that most people would simply leave it behind to get a new bike here. That only the "Silliest" of people would actually bring their bikes. "I see, well then I guess you can chalk me up to one of those "Silly" People.  " He replied warmly without a hint of offense. Course, the fact that she told him he had a carolina License plate being a dead giveaway, Biscuit nodded. "Yup, I suppose it would, wouldn't it?" He mused.<br/><br/>Ben didn't really take notice of her squatting down, He was more focused on pulling out the correct tools for what he was about to do. Most other males would have probably tried to use the height difference to try and steal a peak down the front of her shirt. Though as Amaya answered his question about liking bikes, he looked up into her eyes a moment as she explained that she liked the style of bikes that had open exposed engines, and a more upright seating position. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of Rice Rockets either. Puts too much strain in my wrists, and lower back. Nothing wrong with them, just not my cup-o-tea." He replied.<br/><br/>From the engine Oil, Biscuit took one of the "L" keys, and broke the transmission dipstick loose. Setting the key to the side, he grabbed the Handle bar, and pulled the bike upright as you had to check the trans fluid with the bike upright. While balancing the bike up with one hand, he pulled the dipstick out with the other. Wiping the stick on his thigh, he then set it back in the transmission, rest the sit on the threads. A second later, he pulled the stick out again. He looked at the level, and nodded. It was good. No leaks so far. He even inspected the color, and see if there was any excessive metal shavings. He just changed the oil before coming over to Japan so it was still pretty clear, and golden in color. Once he replaced the stick, he eased the bike back on its jiffy stand before threading the dipstick back into the transmission's trapdoor housing.<br/><br/>It was about this time that Amaya mentioned how she's been meaning to get a bike, just not gotten around to it yet. To which she fished out her laptop from her bag to show him. Biscuit stood up, and came around the bike. An oily rag from his saddle bag used to clean his hands. She would show him an 05 Vmax. Biscuit looked at the bike, and let out an appraising whistle. his eyes flicked over to her as she mentioned about how she knew it was overkill, and obnoxious but she liked it, and pretty much made up her mind. "I wasn't going to say anything like that. To each their own. She's a beaut. Vmaxs are pretty cool bikes. The Soldiers around the Military base in Fayetteville liked to ride around on those cause they were really torquey. Often they would go out and find empty roads to do impromptu drag races on." He stated as he slipped the rag back into his pocket.<br/><br/>He would share Ayama's laugh at her statement about how there was nothing sexier than a loud obnoxious bike when she closed her laptop, and slipped back it back into her bag. Amaya would then ask what brought Biscuit to Japan. Musing on if he was one of those basement dwellers that spent all their time online drooling over Japanese grevuer models and thinking that Japan was this paradise of available women that would look past their pasty white skin, obese belly, and utter lack of drive and confidence. Though she appeared to realize how such a statement could be taken and quickly apologized. Though Biscuit simply waved it off. "Nah, I can see how you can come to that conclusion. I'm not exactly the textbook example of a Foreign Exchange student I suppose. " He stated as he leaned against his bike, and crossed his arms to think of an honest answer. "I guess I would have to say "Adventure".". He started. "Don't get me wrong, Japanese girls are quite beautiful. Ran across two yesterday that I'm sure would have been quite popular in my old school. However, I wanted to get out of my small town, and didn't think I could do it after High school." He admitted. "And I wanted to check out the roads." He added with a cheeky grin.