[ he waits, the jeopardy theme playing in his head, while sawamura grumbles about greediness, as if he's not the one suffering here. ]

I can take it back... [ he offers, smirking, but then sawamura makes the correct decision.

he looks at the hand on offer, and pauses to stuff his paper fan under his opposite arm. then he shakes. ] Done. Two weeks of lunch from you, and I'll tell people you're not the world's worst kisser.

[ ugh, he's actually doing this... ]