[He's still typing out a reply when he hears Junpei at the door, so. He'll just say what he has to say, in the end. But first, while his arm gently does whatever the fuck this is and knocks into whatever it can reach, better actually reply and get him indoors.]

All good, come in! There's only one door in this place, and I'll be behind it.

[Catch this guy Truly Metamorphosis-ed the fuck out, laying in bed looking like shit, surrounded by empty popcorn bags. Truly a roach.] ...Sorry I'm not in a better state, I'm usually way better at hosting, being clean, and generally being not a pain to be around.

[When his arm isn't morphing, warping, twisting itself into incomprehensibly fluid and sharp shapes as it yearns to pierce.] ...If you want to know my hot tips about grocery shopping, I just write down what I take on the rolls of receipt paper and tuck 'em under the register. Signed and all. It's better than nothing.