[make a man fall in love with you... what kind of orders were those? it would be easier to understand if the man had been heavily adulterous and was easily swayed by pretty things, but there was nothing about Hashirama that read that way and it was hard to imagine that any man who wasted away in a bar and talked to himself could be a threat to anything Madara proposed to do. cop or not, what she could see of Hashirama now was... sad. and maybe is also in some sort of mood, inwardly angry that one certain person didn't object to this idea, and she was encouraged to go along with it, for the good of Madara's goals... but has never heard Madara's goals, or a promise, or anything indicating that he's someone worth following. has been forced to go along with the ride due to someone else, and that someone... doesn't even care if another man might fall in love with her.]
[has been watching Hashirama for some time now, waiting for him to get to that certain level of inebriation before making her move, slipping next to him at the bar, looking almost naive with the light makeup this evening. also found it unsettling that Madara went to such lengths to direct her how to dress, with the nice but conservative evening wear, and the neutral, soft tones of makeup. like a country-girl lost in the big city. guesses it's this guy's "type" but finds that in war, love shouldn't be employed as a tactic... and does, to some degree, feel genuinely bad about this. but an order is an order, and if there was ever a time to reject one, now wouldn't be it.] Is this seat taken? [sounds cheerful enough, putting a soft, warm hand on the back of Hashirama's hand to get his attention.]
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