Tobirama Senju

(Tobirama looked at you with the same stern look he had the last past hour; but instead of confronting the dark pupils and the freezing iris, you concentrated again on the floor, painfully admiring the shadows of the trees that surrounded you. The sun, which in the early morning had promised so many triumphs and caresses, was blazing.) I told you not to visit me at work. What do you need, woman?