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He managed to fall asleep for a little bit. But he's still feeling anti-social and moody, so no, he's not leaving Sasori's room. He's curling up under the blankets and not budging.

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i wanna watch a horror movie but not the jumpscare kind

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i got a strawberry cheese cake ice cream and arizona iced tea for my troubles

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I'm 5'1" but my attitude 6'1"

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Takemi flies in just for the sake of whispering by Deidara's ear middle child syndrome, before flying off again. Also she steals the can of Monster right from his hand.

"DAMN BUZZARD! GIVE ME BACK MY DRINK!" JUMPING! SWIPING AT THE CROW! AUGH! HE CAN'T REACH! DAMN IT!!!!!

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boruto mention

@ anon from a few weeks (months?) back

i still havent started it

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Deidara grinned at Sasori's response, his gaze wandering from Hiruko's face, his cloaked body, and finally to the tip of the poison coated tail. Best not to get on his nerves too much.

"I prefer not to waste my time," Deidara parroted at the exact same time with a roll of his eyes, but waved his hand dismissively afterward. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't do it again, hm? The feeling your threads leave in my body makes my skin crawl. Hmph."

He  is  not  helpless...  Not  to  Sasori.  Deidara  was  a  fine  shinobi...  He'd  be  an  even  better  one  if  he  wasn't  so  damn  reckless...  But  this  was  an  argument  they'd  had  before. More than once, if his memory served.

The  chuckle  that  escapes  Hiruko  is  low,  almost  dark.  If  Deidara’s  attempt  at  baiting  him  with  mockery  irritated  him  he  wasn't  about  to  show  it.  ❝  Don’t  flatter  yourself, brat.  ❞  The  puppet’s  jaw  clacks  faintly  as  he  shifts  within  Hiruko,  tail  twitching  like  an  irritated  scorpion,  always  ready  to  strike. 

❝  If  you  broke,  I’d  have  to  carve  out  another  replacement  -  and  frankly…  I  prefer  not  to  waste  my  time.  ❞ Yet,  in  that  faint  trace  of  venom,  there  lingers  something  unspoken:  he  had  stuck  his  neck  out,  after  all.

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He's getting up, peering out the door to make sure the coast is clear because he does NOT feel like interacting with anyone. Looks empty. He's sneaking out of Sasori's room and heading to the kitchen, quickly grabbing that bento and ramune he put away earlier and rushing back to his --Sasori's-- room.

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i just realized deidara's shitty mood came from my period LMAO

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You’d expect me to say , what? An explosion? I’ll kind of go with that. Certainly none of the options presented work well.

A meteor, reflecting light, creating its own art from the mediums it was given. Not just orbiting, but drawn in by gravity to catch fire in the atmosphere and fracture and burst into fiery pieces as it descends. Brushstrokes across a canvas of sky, making the sunset jealous of its splendor.

…

Or you know. A tnt fuse could work too. Short and angry.

"I wasn't really expecting you or anyone to say explosion. All of that, and you could have just said Lightning. Hmph."

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"Stop being idiots and just say Street Light!"