[ ... Man he is probably setting himself up here for a longer conversation than this was meant to be. He really needs to go lie down, or...something. The longer he's standing up, the more unsteady he feels. Maybe if he just...doesn't walk.

Still, there's also the fact that Shuichi is flat-out letting him pick whatever he wants here (even though he already knows Shuichi won't do anything outrageous). Ouma shifts his weight onto the foot further behind him to keep his knees steady, tossing his hands back behind his head to give off his usual aloof appearance -- although he's definitely grabbing at the back of his head almost tightly with those hands in an effort to ignore the impending nausea here. ]

Oh, you're gonna let me choose? What if I wanted you to stab your stomach or something in penance--?

[ He can't not banter at all, because that would just make things look worse (plus he wants to banter anyway, even though he doesn't feel too hot).

But he probably shouldn't let this drag on?? ]

Hmmm, how about I come up with a fun game for us after breakfast tomorrow? Then I'll totally forgive you!