For the seventh time in the past hour Madara paused in his work to pinch at the bridge of his nose, telling himself very firmly that to scream at the boss's son where everyone else in the office could hear him would very quickly end with unemployment. With as much of his frayed self-control as he could muster he turned around to glare at the back of Hashirama's head. He 'd already been warned twice to stop throwing things but oh how he wanted to throw his entire computer monitor at the idiot in the cubicle across from his.

"Psst. Hey!" After a moment of looking around Hashirama peeked over one shoulder at him and Madara's scowl deepened. "Would you stop with the fucking humming? You're driving me insane."

"Oh! I'm really sorry!" His best friend gave him a sheepish smile of apology but Madara only scoffed.