#desert spring

Desert Spring

Tobirama worries his fingers together and makes a move to try and salvage it, but it's too late. Now that he's winning, Davaa doesn't seem to have much more to say and quickly gets Tobirama into check, then mate. Tobirama waits, tension pulling painfully at his shoulders as the older man cleans up the board. Surely he's not going to punish a guest for losing a game, is he? Davaa stretches his own back and... Smiles.

Oops! Arranged Marriage.

Desert Spring

"You'll want this, unless you really do have a death wish." She holds out the bundle towards him -- it turns out to be another cloak, this one even longer than the one she's wearing, long enough to cover Tobirama head to toe and still have the hem trail. His eyes flick up to look at how Komako is wearing hers and he makes a rough try at mimicking her, hiding a grimace at the weight on his overly sensitive skin. Komako doesn't correct him, at the very least. "Come on then." She says with a nod towards the door, "Everyone's trying to use up the heavy stuff today, so you should be in for a treat."

Healer AU

"That was years ago." Tobirama counters -- it must have been something he'd said when he was still on the battlefield, "And I did do that, to be clear. I personally ensured every Uchiha who harmed my brother died for it, and it did nothing to stop my other brother from very nearly suffering the same fate. You know what did stop him from dying?" He waits for a long moment as if he expects Izuna to answer, but he remains stubbornly silent. "I did." Tobirama says when it's clear Izuna won't be cooperating. "Killing you will not stop my clan from dying. Getting you to stop killing them will. Now, will you let me examine you, or do I need to sedate you first?"