You and Navi both own motorcycles and frequently go out and race each other.

You were getting ready to drive when your bike wouldn’t start. Navi suggested you be a backpack, however you didn’t want that. And to settle this argument you played rock paper scissors. Navi ends up winning. You get on the back with arms crossed.

“Put your arms around me ”

“No.”

Navi scoffs and starts with bike with a thrust forward. Caught off guard, you cling onto him in fear.