#madararp

[thefallenperfection]

Au: the akatsuki live together in a mansion or something.

Sasori just stood there. Red hair fallen into his face, his eyes twitching.

The creativity had ran out of him, he had been working hours on a puppet, he sometimes still had feelings in his hand- his hand clenched, then unclenched.

He hadn’t worked on a single puppet in a bit, it wasn’t the puppet he was concerned about. It was creating a new weapon to go attached to the puppet.

He was also coming up with something new, but now- his mind was blank, gone-

Yeah, maybe that was the sign- to put it down and go do something else

He hated when he had to give something up, it wasn’t like him. He knew the others would question it if he want to the main hall to see them, or to talk or to observe.

He sighed standing up from the desk, letting a screwdriver fall out of his hand and to the wooden desk with a soft clunk before making his way out of the room