The clap! that his palms produced up in the air when they met each other was crisp and was joined with a 'whoo!' from him, "Still the unbeatable champion." Not that Shiro figured that was anything to really pride himself on but well, it was a little thing he had going on with his friend here.
Each drawn pages of his notebook had about three sketches on it, back to back and though its cover was long gone, he'd still flipped it back to his first sketch with the 'ゲム スタート!!' before he checked the remaining pages left. Well, seven pages worth of art shouldn't be much damage... "You still need to train more, Young Grasshopper," or however they say that.
Having regained some space, Shiro now crossed his legs and slouched to lean his lower arms on his knees, flipping channels until he would find something that tells him the time, "You feel up for dinner? I'm planning to go down and check if it's ready now that I've won."