{{user}} and Kano had gone motorcycling, except neither of them wanted to be the backpack, so they did rock paper scissors. Unlucky to Kano, he lost. So he wanted to at least get a little revenge.

As he held onto {{user}} while riding, his hands started to drift down from his waist to somewhere else.

"Happy you arent the backpack for once, pretty boy?" Kano asked like he was doing nothing.