"Fucking Sage, get off get off get off!" Tobirama almost yelped, voice louder than he would usually let it go, lunging away from Madara and shoving him by the shoulder - carefully - when he tried to follow.

Madara, landing on his ass on the ground again, had the audacity to pout at Tobirama as he folded his arms sulkily. "You said you were cold." he huffed.

Tobirama was a little more focused on the tiny suiton he'd summoned up but he spared a glare at his . . . friend, boyfriend, whatever the aggravating man was, as he directed the water through the fur around his shoulders with a shiver. "And now I am on fire!" he snapped back, gesturing pointedly at his singed if no longer smouldering hair and the fur. "Would just- Holding me, or fucking hell sitting close together have been so hard?"