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If you entered into the main room near the couches you would find a small red headed boy of the age of nine. Sasori laid on a wide blue blanket he had wished up (thankfully, it hadn't backfired like he had been told it might), with two small puppets laid in front of him, along with his tool kit. He seems intent on inspecting them from damages and isn't paying much attention to anything else until he turns to a scroll that's been laid out on the extra room of the blanket, that seems to deal with intricate human anatomy, such as bone structure. It shows a diagram of a human hand and the inner workings of it. He holds his hand over the paper, using a small pen that had been in one of his pockets to draw lines over his palm, then the back of his hand. Moving to make a note in the margin of the scroll, he scowls, flexing his hand idly.