The Dream Team
We're back, bitches.

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Hashirama leered at himself in the mirror, adjusting his clothing. "Man, I look great. I'm in my prime all over again, and besides this strange inversion of eye coloring, I'm smokin'. I'm a catch." He paused, considering. "Hey, Tobirama, can you fix your jutsu so I don't look like a demon in the eyes department?" he asked, turning around to gesture to his face.

Tobirama didn't appear to hear him, staring out the window of the Hokage tower, musing. "This place has gone to rot."

Sarutobi frowned. "It's not that bad. The buildings are all different though…and the women's bath house appears to have gained a roof," he commented forlornly. "You know, I used to take breaks by sitting on the roof and just watching them soak from above. Anko had the best ti—"

Minato looked at him incredulously. "Dude. You have a wife."

Sarutobi's eyes sparkled, then. "Ah, she was a beauty. But I'm not blind, man. I am a connoisseur of the female species. For example, Tsunade is the most curv—"

"THAT'S MY GRANDDAUGHTER." Hashirama turned around, a decidedly horrified look on his face.

There was a pregnant pause. "This place," Tobirama said, then, pointedly staring at Sarutobi, a disparaging look plastered on, "has gone to rot."

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notes: THIS IS FOR LES AND OUR TWO IN THE MORNING/FOUR IN THE MORNING (BECAUSE TIME DIFFERENCES) CONVERSATIONS. ALSO TO KAGESHIP AND BROSHIP AND TO BITCHY!TOBIRAMA. also hashirama because he's the best omg.

basically, this is going to be a drabble collection of undead moments in konoha. stems off of chapter 619. we'll see how this goes. review?