@sincerelytajima
🍺 (he doesn't drink wine)
Send 🍷 for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.
After pouring himself another drink, Hashirama made his way to his door, only to open it. Right before him, for some rude reason, Tajima was there? He squinted, studdied him, then slumpped to the side as his top fell off of one of his soulders.
"Now, I know the war wuz years ago... But I am more interested in Maaadara, besides..." There was a long pause for no reason. "How old would you even be now? Fifty?!" He fell back and looked at the ceiling, a pout to his lips once his mind caught up that he was, in fact, on his back.
"I used to see Madara looking down at me, but now there's just blank space 'cus 'I'm going on a mission, I don't have to babysit you all the time'." Hashirama complained aloud.
Yes, missions were important, but he still wasn't happy about it.