Just a stones throw away from some delicious food and then the well trained ears detected the sounds of crying, stopped and turned towards the children. Daddy instinct, not connected to any of them by blood but he can certain pick up tears. Sees the boy fleeing and the little girl and someone else... what the hell is going on? Food will come later, sweet food goodbye. Don't you be gone by the time he gets back.
Without thinking too hard about it, Hashirama pushed through the crowd to get back to his kids, not even thinking further when he grabbed what he saw was a threat against his children by the shoulder and roughly pushing her to the side, not even taking a second look back at who or what it was, kneeling in front of the little girl. "Sweetie, are you okay? What ha-..." There was no tears now, only soft sobbing, soft sobbing and smeared red down her cheek from her lips. Well this certainly was strange.
Putting his finger against her cheek, he touched the stuff, noting straight away that it was not blood and that it was sort of sticky. Licking his thumbs, Hashirama proceeded to rub the smudge to see if it cleaned off, giving it a sniff when some of it is on his thumb. Whatever it was, it didn't seem threatening, in fact, she seemed almost happy to have it on.
... So who did he...? Hashirama winced in the horror that he had picked up and thrown a blonde away. Not that he would have expected a blonde to come near a dirt-hair at all but stranger things have happened during these events. Please don't be blonde, please don't be blonde.
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