"Fushiguro." He acknowledges. "You look well."

The voice is one he hadn't heard in so long, it almost felt like he was bordering on a hallucination. One that would tap on the back of his skull late into the night, voices of people he hadn't seen in years that danced on their memories.

His mind was alight suddenly, eyes wide as he turned to face it's direction.

"Rice wine is good," he says with a nod, "But I think sometimes, hard liquor is where it's at."

Ilseong's choice is a simple glass of Scotch. There's no ice in it. He feels it gets in the way and waters down the alcohol!

"Yeah?"

He perks up at the acceptance and lack of combative nature expecting on the concept of a British Born curry.

He immediately hits the call icon on the phone, holding it up to his ear. He was pretty certain that Gojo (and possibly Geto) were already on introducing her to the island. Even so. She was good company, and he wanted to make sure she was adjusting well.

The device only rings once before Shoko answers, placing it against her ear while looking over the pristine room she had awoken in.

"I was told you were here." He sort of….leaves it at that for a while. "Good job. For your work."

It wasn't unusual for the adults to be awkward around someone they couldn't understand half the time, Toge was well aware of his strange speaking habits that were necessary at the time.

However, here that wasn't quite needed with his abilities being stripped.

He's....trying not to be optimistic. Purposefully so. He tries not to get his hopes up anymore.

Gojo is a friend to him, and a reliable coworker, but he's....biased.

So, with that in mind....

[incoming call - Kento Nanami]

(His icon, predictably, is just his own face. Boring as always.)

He squints at the incoming call. Eyebrows rising at the picture of his once-friend calling him.

Sighing just before he answers the call.

Teal eyes stare upward, watching the last of the eclipse pass over him before taking in his surroundings.

It took a few minutes for him to understand that he was very much alive and present and here. He takes a few cautious steps of the crowd he found himself in as he swallowed down the overwhelming feeling of being in the shadow of skyscrapers.

Focus on everything around him, a man managed to collide into him when he stepped back.

"Ah--"

He blinked up at the tall man. Instead of an apology, the teen frowned.

"Where is this place?"

[Text]: Hello, Shoko.

[Text]: It's Kento. Are you free for a call?

The last thing she expected was to hear a notification noise from the device that was seemingly brand new in her pocket. Almost immediately her face sours that none of her old photos would still be there to flip through.

But, she slides that thumb up to open the lock screen and glances over the messages, a bit shaken to see the sender's name.