#hallowedpurple

Suguru supposes he could make the most of the phone he was given, scrolling through his list of contacts. Eyes half-lidded at the fog of names going past. That is, until one name jumps out at him. Satoru Gojo.

Satoru.

He was here.

His thumb clicks on the button to message him before he can think twice about it. Mind reeling as to what he could possibly say.

The truth. It rang through his thoughts so clearly. Tell him you miss him. That you don't hate him for having to kill you. No. He couldn't start with that. Ask him where he is? Blame him for cursing you to this fate- God, what had gotten into him...

Finally, a message comes forth.

[Text: Gojo] Hey, Satoru. Seems like I can't stay dead here for whatever reason. I've got a map of this place, still finding my way around. Want to meet? In like an hour?

Send.

"With how much information I had to dig up about you, I think I know you fairly well. Used to anyway."

Toji rolled his shoulders and twisted his upper body to loosen his muscles.

It was a nice time, David thinks. The New Years Eve party by Miss Wong was technically only the second get-together he'd encountered since arriving here in Spirale. And if he was being honest, rather enjoyable.

He'd won his bid an gotten those Silverpaper Photos. The fact there had been a 3 way bid for it at one point had been surprising! And resulted in him meeting that TV Guide of a fellow and finding out Gojo, that stringbean, had been bidding as well. He'd made the comment- to both of them- that he'd share the photos. Not like he could keep them all anyways, there just wasn't room...So he shared his Condo # an made sure they knew which idiot he was in that contact list before heading home.

Normally, you announce yourself when you come to visit a place but David had to admit he hasn't.........met his flat (er, condo) mate yet. And who was he to tell that woman what she can and can't have over? So when he answers the door, it being later in the evening so he's dressed down into his slides and sweats, he finds himself taken aback at The Stringbean at his door.

"It's awful late-- Aye- woah?"

Brown eyes blink at the taller on the other side of the door and at the obvious knock to his jaw that led directly to the split lip just above it. Any scolding he had just about to unleash for the late visit dying on his tongue. A brief flash of those major group chats he was added to before, talking about a fight, come to mind.

Ilseong walks toward the door, gives just a brief moment before opening the door. His home (not their's) is cleaned. The only thing out of place being the kitchen table.

The door opens just a bit, if only so Ilseong can peek at who it is. He knew who it was even before opening the door. Heh, took him longer than he thought for Gojo to show up.

"Ain't no fuckin' way."

Honestly she's more impressed with the height accuracy than anything, no platforms?

"Hello my fellow blue-eyed king. Mind if I bother you?"

"How is it? Is it good? Does it taste something like home?" Thanks to Sukuna and many recipes, she's learned a lot about Japanese cuisine. It's similar yet so different from the cuisine she is used to back home!

"I made them myself using spiralgoo."

"Gojo..."

It feels like a dream. Waking up from the nightmare of Shibuya's train station.

Alive.

Alive, above all things. Alive, after being touched by the patchwork curse, after his skin warped and twisted under him, bursting open, half a second able to speak, able to pass things on, able to--

He blinked. Took off his goggles, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put them on again.

She knew it was a manner of time, so to speak. Once she'd gotten here, and once she'd managed to get past the initial blitz of trying to gather her bearings, she knew it'd come to something like this.

That phone, the one she'd instantly glossed over, gave away his being HERE of all places..and from there it just became a game of reducing outliers to find him. Well, as much as a game it could be to hunt down your former moron of a teacher.

She isn't sure exactly he's got going on here, or how cushy it might have been in his favor (between abilities and a new life), but that doesn't exactly stop the 5'7" teen from confronting him on the sidewalk near his home.