#hallowedpurple 01

[max-uzumaki]

@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.

As the message clears, he feels an itch. Reaching to pull another of those damned flowers from his jacket.

[iinvertedheavens]

@hallowedpurple from Here.

"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.

"Keeping you at 17 would've been like keeping you at your prime. You look... weak. Strange for the pinnacle of sorcerers."

[insatiableluminary]

"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?"

@hallowedpurple liked for a starter 🍸

[fcxrcin]

@hallowedpurple COTES WARD (Hanskuna's home)

"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."

Surely there's a reason why she invited Gojo over again into the Hanok. The Gumiho hasn't said anything just yet. She waits patiently. All ninetails curled around her like a blanket, and her hands rested on her lap, but her oney-browned eyes locked on the man.

[oovertime]

@hallowedpurple

"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.

"Gojo...did everything turn out alright?"

[splitsoulkatana]

@hallowedpurple // Planned Starter

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.

"Satoru Gojo."

[divinetotality]

@hallowedpurple cont. from ☾

What strikes him first was the fact that he could physically touch Gojo. Then what followed was an undignified noise as he was grabbed into those arms and pulled tightly against the taller man's chest.

Megumi writhes within that grip on instinct, groaning as it seemed he wouldn't be able to wiggle his way out of it anytime soon. Even for their powers being subdued in this place, his teacher was still physically stronger than him.

"Put me down or I'm going to punch you next time."

Was it the truth or an empty threat? Probably the former.

[umbreaking]

@hallowedpurple

He's signaling to the guy, waving him over with his hand. Enjin didn't have to say anything, he would get the message across that he was trying to get his attention.

A can of spray paint is waggled in his clutch; turning back around, the man pops the lid off, shakes it up a bit, and stares to mark the building with: a dick. With a smiley face on it.

And he points at it before offering the can out to the bystander. It looks like Enjin is asking him to join in on the shenanigans.