"Demon Ghost Senju!" Tobirama's head flew up and he looked to find Madara striding towards him, but hesitating in the doorway. "I . . . want to try something," he paused long enough that Tobirama hummed promptingly, curious and uneasy, then straightened his spine, scowling, and continued, "not . . . loathing one another completely?"

Tobirama stared, and Madara fidgeted before him even as he began to smile, cheeks warming. "I. . . I wouldn't have expected that," he said, then tipped his head, catching Madara's darting eyes, "but . . . I could entertain the idea." he finished almost playfully.