Tobirama 's animal guide was a cat, a lazy good for nothing smug little shit that lounged on the furniture and watched him with eyes that always seemed to mock him for something he could never figure out. It was pretty to look at, he wouldn 't deny that, all white and gold and almost translucent. Beauty did not make up for the annoyance of that mocking stare, though.

Hashirama laughed and told him he deserved it. Tobirama left spiders under his pillow again.