<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, Ryuuji (mentioned), 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>Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit could help a sense of pride as it appeared Natsuki was impressed that he owned a motorcycle. Though he wouldn't realize that she was picturing on what he would almost equate to a "Minibike", and humorous it would have Looked. Hell, He would have laughed at the sight himself. "Yeah, I found it while helping a neighbor clean out an old barn on his property. He gave it to me for the work instead of the 300 dollars he was going to pay me. Took me all of last summer to get her running again." Biscuit explained. Though as Natsuki mentioned how convenient it was to have a motorcycle as she wouldn't have to wait on the bus, or walk. Biscuit considered something. "If you want, I can run ya back to the school after we eat. I don't mind, and it'll save you the wait, and the walk." He offered, wishing to simply be helpful.<br/><br/>Biscuit would be thankful that Natsuki didn't seem to mind his enthusiastic consumption of his drink. Even making light that it was because the food was so good here. Though she would explain that she orders the extra sauce cause it also helps to eat the food if one is in a hurry. He nodded at that, and logged it to memory. "I will remember." Biscuit stated with a beaming grin. It was looking like he was on his way to making another friend. That was good.<br/><br/>Natsuki didn't have to worry about Biscuit trying to sneak a peek at her smooth thighs as she turned herself in her seat to face him. His food was being set down before him. "Ah-re-got-toe!" Biscuit pronounced as his tongue felt like it was doing flip-flops. Sheesh, Japanese was very hard. Thankfully, the waitress also set down a fork for him to eat with. Figuring that Biscuit would have difficulty with Chop Sticks. And she would be right. Though before he could dig in, He stopped as Natsuki asked if he had been through club sign ups. "Club Sign ups?" He asked in confusion. She explained that it was because of that she was running so late. When she asked if he signed up for anything. Biscuit became fairly embarrassed. "Um...no. I didn't. I actually missed the first day." He admitted, a heavy frown on his face for making a very bad first impression. "My bike was dropped off at the wrong port, and I had to go down, get it, and ride it back. I would've made it to school on time had it not been for that." He let out a despondent sigh