[Shiro answers the door, looking pretty bad, all things told. His right cheek is stained red with dried blood that he couldn't quite get off (after his little nap in a pool of his own fluids) and the rest of him is pale as can be. He also can't seem to close his mouth all the way. He has a half-eaten bag of popcorn in his hand, from Bakura's suggestion]
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Hey. Come in.