[The bike rests there, humming with faint life as it waits, the computer interface and controls dimly lit but active. As if waiting for it's 'master' to set foot on it. Kaneda's fingers drag along the ceramic frame, gloved fingertips catching on the stickers as he makes his way to the front and watching Ikki's reaction. A small large part of him is unable to hide that subtle pride in showing it off. It was practically his soul in physical form.

With a smirk, He knocks a fist lightly upside Ikki's head as he passes.]

Nahhhh, just this one! It's not just ANY bike, it's MY bike. Only I can handle something like this--it's too wild for anyone else.

[And he makes his way over to the girls, crouching down to get a better look at Kazu.]

He'd fall off if I didn't have a good hold on him. But if this guy's as good as Kazu is on those things...he can carry him no problem.

[A head tilt back to Ikki.]

Right, Ikkicchi?