Satoru sat back in the large gardens that his clan upheld behind their estate, rows of delicately cultured flowers bloomed in all sorts of hues, blue here, red over there. Oh, look at that, Satoru could even see some purple ones.

Satoru hummed to himself, smiling in his lonesome. He was usually bothered by so many people when he headed back to the estate. He just wanted to relax, so what if he was the head of the clan? Could nobody make a damn decision? It really didn't matter all that much, surely.

Satoru pulled his blindfold down to his neck, letting the fabric hang loosely. It was easier to relax with it on, but it'd been a while since he bothered to take it off, Satoru wouldn't be surprised if there was a tan line where his blindfold rested. There obviously wasn't, but it's the thought that counts.

He closed his eyes only for a moment before being forced to open them again, a new presence bothering him thanks to the damn Six Eyes. He groaned as he pulled himself up from his slouched position. He turned to look at whoever was standing behind him.

"Hm? I don't remember that face - who 'r' you again?"

He laughed, not trying to be mean, he just found it amusing that he'd never seen this person before. They had similar features to Satoru himself, not to mention they had cursed energy. Which meant they were probably part of the Gojo clan rather than a staff member.