Who: Sasori (
eternalscorpion) and Deidara (
set_up_the_bomb)
When: Monday evening
Where: Deidara's room
Summary: Sasori wants answers about his current predicament.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language, possible angst, infodumps, ?
(
Because the light's gone out for me )
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Again without hesitation, the blonde stepped aside to let his partner in. His room was very nearly as bare as a new arrival's; he hadn't made a lot of effort to fix that, what with spending a lot of time hidden in said room. His shoes were cast off under the desk, his Akatsuki cloak draped over the back of the chair. He nodded over his shoulder in a gesture of welcome. "Make yourself at home, un."
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"I'm not going to waste time on niceties, this isn't a social call," he said, settling a mask of irritation over his features to hide his distress, and taking up residence in the chair. "I want a report on how long you've been here and what you've experienced and discovered about this place during that time."
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A bit more subdued than before, the sculptor settled himself crosslegged on the end of his bed, facing Sasori across the gap between them. One elbow settled on a knee; his chin found rest on the knuckles of that arm's hand. He takes a few minutes to think back, counting weeks by experimentation. "...It's been a little more than five weeks, I guess, un." Ugh. It sounded like so much longer when he said it like that.
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"Don't mope, it's irritating," Sasori muttered, shifting in his seat uncomfortably and looking away from his partner. "What sort of experiments have been inflicted upon you during that time?"
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