He is like a cat, fandom so often agree.
Madara moved to grab hold of Tobirama’s shoulder, as the man seemed on the verge of toppling over from how heavily he leaned into Madara’s touch. It had been a joke, but Tobirama’s head was relaxed and weighing against his scratching fingertips, and dared he think he saw a smile? Had the man’s pulse ever slowed down this much, this close? And, eh, how much further would he actually lean down?






