"Shouldn't your clan be used to this kind of thing?" Tobirama asked with amusement as Madara fanned himself with a folded district map.

He got a glare and a muttered curse in response, but they were both weak; Madara closed his eyes again a moment later, grimacing and pulling the heavy mass of his hair away from himself briefly before returning to fanning himself as it fell down his back once more.

Tobirama snorted, rising from his desk and moving around behind his lover, trailing light fingers over his shoulders. "Here, let me help get this off your neck." he said, pulling Madara's hair up and back, beginning a thick twist.