<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>, Natsuki, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Oil stained Harley Shirt, Old Military Field Cap.<br/><strong>Note:</strong><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit continued to rub Natsuki's back even after he set her on the top of his boots so she wouldn't have to strain her calves. Though he wasn't really aware of how much of an effect his touch and his words were having on her, and not in sense he wanted them to at least. It was actually making things worse. Had he had known, he would have ceased immediately, not wanting to prolong their contact any further. Not because he disliked the closeness. Who wouldn't want to be so close to such a pretty girl. He could actually feel the generous swells of her breasts pressing against his chest. And it was only emphasized every time she took a breath.<br/><br/>Biscuit turned his head slightly to her to see if what he was doing was helping at all. Yet, he saw her eyes were jammed shut, and could feel just a slight trembling as he thought her saw her lips move. Whatever she was doing, it seemed to do the trick as he felt the pressure of them together slacken a bit when her power finally died down. She would quickly jump back from him when she figured it out, and belt over to take a breath, and regain her composure. Biscuit wanted to approach and make sure she was alright, but given what happened today, he didn't have a clue how to begin. It was just like with Natsume yesterday when she disclosed how she was  a lvl 3  abnormal. So he only gave her her space, and time to recompose herself.<br/><br/>Natsuki, once she managed to catch her breath, quickly outlined a plan that would get them back to Biscuit's bike, and out here as quickly as possible. Even taking into consideration being adhered to each other. Though the way she spoke seemed to show that she had no confidence in how the situation is going to play out between him, and her. Whether or not He would allow her to touch him again, or he would be be willing to go along with this plan at all. For Biscuit, He didn't see any other way off this roof without calling the fire department, and that would take a lot of explaining on how he got up there in the first place. From a logical standpoint there wasn't much of an option for him other than to trust Natsuki.<br/><br/>Biscuit took a couple of steps towards Natsuki, and reached out to take her hand. With a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. "Okay. I trust you. Lets get down from here, and we can go find a place for a bit to eat, and talk about what happened." He stated. His voice calm, and friendly. Biscuit liked to think he was an easy going fella, and not let much rock his boat. Over the past handful of hours, he found he liked Natsuki and hoped she would be a good friend for him. "Just tell me what you need me to do to help." He stated.<br/><br/>Once into position, the world seemed to take that 'Out-of-phase" Appearance once more and they floated off the roof. Biscuit held his arms out so not to accidentally touch Natsuki and get stuck like before. Though in the position he was imagining in his mind, he couldn't help a certain Celine Dion Song from a movie about an ill-fated trip across the Atlantic upon a ship that was reported "unsinkable". He chuckled softly to his mind as the chorus played out in his mind.<br/><br/>They would land close enough to Biscuit's bike that it was easy to get on. Natsuki's swimsuit quickly stashed into one of the saddlebags. One would have expected the old shovel to be petulant about such a quick start, but it seemed to know the will of its master and fired right up. the throbbing vibrations rippling through the frame, and seats of the old motorcycle. Biscuit spared a glance back to ensure Natsuki was able to get on, and situate herself before He pulled in the clutch, and rolled on the throttle. The bike easily pulled away from the curb. The Shopping district quickly becoming a shrinking image in the rear view mirror.<br/><br/>Once Biscuit was sure they were far enough away, he eased the throttle back to more of a sedate pace as he leaned back just a bit, and let out a sigh of relief. "Looks like we got away Natsuki." he called back to the girl on the back, a beaming smile upon his lips  as he held up a "Thumbs Up" for her to show that they were out of the woods.<br/><br/>As the two approached the outskirts of the town, Biscuit pulled over into the parking lot of what looked like a nice diner. The smells in the air were mouthwatering, and the parking lot was modestly full. Showing that the food must be pretty good. Putting up to a spot close to the door, Biscuit set the side stand down and cut off the bike. "We should be good now. How about we get something to eat. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. Tell you what, Dinner is on me tonight." he declared as he gave her a big smile.