Bakura held his ribs tightly the entire time, that's where it ached the most. He had already gotten over his broken arm but his ribs were broken and he hoped that he didn't have an internal injury. His nose twitched at the smell of human meat, it's smell smelling like life in solid form. He quickly grabbed it and tore it apart from his mouth, devouring it within seconds. He let out a sigh of relief, usually feeling better after a meal. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve as he began to move his left hand [i]It's healing faster than before[/i] He turn to glare at the young girl in the eyes, blinking as they reverted back to normal [color=indigo]"It was the Dining Hall. But it doesn't matter. That rhino looking bastard is dead anyways"[/color] He said as he slowly stood up.

He turned his gaze to the other stranger Ghoul in the shop [color=indigo]"If I was gonna draw Doves here, I would of left myself to die out there"[/color] By the time he finished, the Ghoul left. He walked over to the table and fell onto one of the seats, grabbing a cup of coffee and taking a sip. He looked down at his hand, squeezing it tightly [i]Just that meal won't suffice for me to heal. I need to eat.[/i] [color=indigo]"It isn't common for strangers to be coming here this late. Why are you here?"[/color] He said to the female Ghoul as he took off his hood and took another sip of coffee.