I just wanted you to know that, baby, you're the best

Frozen happiness

Hashirama leaned back, closed his right eye and pinched the bridge of his nose. Madara, by his side, huffed amused and exasperated. "You always do this." Madara mumbled and Hashirama just whined pitifully trying to unfreeze his brain with sheer willpower alone.

Madara focused back on his ice-cream, eating it slowly one little spoon at the time like a prim and proper asshole, and Hashirama stared mournfully at his own bowl of iced happiness. It wasn't making him very happy, at the moment. Hashirama pouted displeased and rubbed his temple before stabbing the minty, half finished mountain, with his small plastic spoon.

When his brain finally unfroze, Hashirama dug in happily, with childish glee, only to stop a mere second later when his left eye twitched for the cold. Madara just laughed loudly that time.