Gin Ichimaru / whatever's fine by me!
Gin showed up fashionably late and wearing his customary wide grin of amusement, like he knew a joke that he never told to anyone else. He wasn't dressed up, wearing his customary white clothes, and he stopped off at the snack bar for some popcorn.
Valentine's Day wasn't something he ever celebrated before, but he never turned down a horror movie. Gore was something he saw as a form of entertainment and a byproduct of his source of employment. No big.
He was tipping his head back as he tossed pieces of popcorn in the air, catching them in his open mouth or on his tongue.