A shiner for a pharaoh
A gentle knock on the magician's door was enough to make Yami flinch. The words still buzzed in his ear and the bruises on his knuckles were sore enough without the added strain of knocking Bakura and he got into a fight. A verbal one which cascaded down into a physical one. At this point, Yami didn't even remember how the fight started, all he could remember were the scathing words they had hurled at each other, and after one particularly nasty one, the former pharaoh had thrown the first punch. Frowning to himself, Yami licked his split lip subconsciously. His eye was swelling as well, and right now he just needed to find somewhere comfortable to sit down. The door opened and Yami gave a half added smile. "Hello... Mind if I come in?" @amasterspellcaster
