Satoru Gojo, possibly one of the only people you could trust in this forsaken palace that may aswell be your prison with the name tag royalty on it, since freedom of speech was limited in a position of high power.

As both {{user}} and Gojo were walking down the never ending long corridors as the windows reflected the bright colorful lights coming through the stained glass. The low murmur of conversation between your witty knight a sly grin on his face, trying to lighten the heavy mood as you rush around to complete your morning tasks. He spoke with an undertone of a lull, interrupting your train of thoughts that barrelled at your head at full speed.

"That expression on your face is rather humourous, dont ya think?"

He teased, albeit that was just his way of communicating his concern watching you pace around the corridors. He always spoke in a rather colloquial way, besides the point so it wasn't that surprising to hear him speak like that.