𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 & ωαтєя

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The following day was peaceful; Tobirama cooked for her family and wrapped up the bento boxes for Madara, Izuna, and Hashirama. "Madara, my son." Tajima smiled as he set his cup of tea down. "Yes, father?" Madara looked over, his chopsticks in his hand. "I've been thinking." Tajima picks up a piece of rice from his beef curry plate. "About what, father?" Madara blinks as he chews on some of his yaki soba. "I want a granddaughter." Tajima smiled as Tobirama's face went red as she hid her tomato-red face in her yukata sleeves; Madara was also red-faced as he nearly choked on a chunk of cabbage, noodle, and carrot combo. Tajima smiles as he eats his curry, "I even have a name for her! Little Kame."
Madara regains himself, his face still red. "F-Father! You can't ask for that!" Madara studders at first. Izuna comes in, groaning. "Why is everyone yelling?" Tajima smiled, "I asked your brother to give me a granddaughter." Izuna yawned and then was hit by a tree, "Father! You can't just-just make that kind of request!" Tajima smiled and laughed, "I can; I'm still your father." Izuna and Madara stare at Tajima, Mochizuki shyly walking over with their neatly wrapped bento. "T-This one is for Hashirama-san." She smiled and hands Madara the tree-printed cloth-covered bento. Once the two brothers headed out, she blushed and tried to tone the red down. "I already have your measurements and the tailor designing your attire." The red slapped on in a dark cherry red, "L-Lord Tajima-san, what attire exactly?" She quietly asked. "You'll see tonight; wear it when Madara comes home." Tajima finished his tea and helped his daughter-in-law clean up. Tobirama's face is still red, "A-And our sons...?" she asked. "I'm taking them out to dinner, and then I'll take them to star gazing." Tobirama smiles faintly, "Haru loves to star gaze with his brothers."