"Aight."

The one-word-answer didn't bring out any of the thoughts going through the teen's head, but it said pretty much all it needed to. Daisuke downed what was left of his drink in a single motion while he looked Kimiko up and down a moment. The girl was just looking at him expectantly, but that wasn't new. It took just a second to decide he could do it. Protest wouldn't do any good, even if he felt like it, 'cause she wouldn't listen to any of the reasons. Best friend or not, girl was an odd duck and anything to do with a cute girl asking to be carried'd probably be lost on her. Maybe she'd listen if he said he couldn't, but.

Well.

That'd be a lie, for one, and for two he'd never hear the end of it.

So his coffee cup sailed underhanded into a trash bin and the delinquent stood, pushed in his chair, and casually scooped Kimiko up with his right hand. Picking her up by the scruff of the neck'd be impractical and weird, so one hand on the seat of her pants gave enough support to keep from dropping her. He leaned forward and twisted in the same motion, bringing his shoulder down and in so he could set her on his shoulders without any fuss. Dropping her wasn't a concern, she wasn't hard to lift and the girl had a good enough sense of balance. He straightened up as soon as he felt her on his shoulders, grabbing his backpack and sliding in her chair like the weight of a second person wasn't there. 

He casually handed her makeshift fries up to her while she settled in. It only took him a second to find the keys to his bike lock in his pocket and spin them around a finger, eyeing the two others in thought a second. 

"Hitomi, you're gonna have to use Kimiko's bike. Use her helmet, Kimiko'll use mine. Probably the only way she's gonna fit her hair in. I'll try not to go too quick, you're gonna have to follow me." He'd already turned and started for the exit, hunching over a little when he got to the door and adding to his passenger, "Duck your head."

"Gonna have to hang on tight," He commented to her, tapping one of her legs next to his head with a finger. His other hand was undoing the bike lock with a few deft twists, pocketing the key and looping the lock around his handlebars before glancing back to make sure Hitomi was following. Kazou kid, too, if he felt like coming.

"Not sure how we're gonna get beanpole on a bike."