02-08 [LOG] Suzaku, Sasori
Characters: Suzaku, Sasori
Status: Closed
Location: Suzaku's apartment
Date: Febuary 8th
Summary: Sasori goes to stay the night in order to hide from Chiyo (For those of you who don't know, that's his grandmother), and meets Murugu and the two share killing ideas.
Warnings: Murugu :D, and some PG-13 descriptions of killing.
After work, Sasori put on hat, coat and scarf and departed in a hurry, leaving the finalized paperwork for his secretary. He didn't normally wear the hat, but Chiyo would pick him off right away with that head of hair catching street lamps. Quickly, he went to his own apartment, fed his scorpions and made sure all where in the tank, grabbed some things he needed, and, instead of going up the elevator.... he used the fire escape. The fire escape opened to a back alley, so Chiyo couldn't see him. When he got up to Suzaku's window, he rapped sharply on the glass and waited.
Suzaku heard the tapping and moved to the window, peering between the crimson curtains to gaze out at Sasori. Amusement touched his eyes and after a moment he jerked the window open, leaning outward. "Well Well...looks like you really have shown up...why the clandestine entrance...?"
"Precautionary? Plus, I've never done this before and I wanted to try it." Sasori tossed his bag in before himself and hopped in.
"So I see...close the window." He snapped before disappearing into another room at a loud squawk, intent on caring for his bird, and replacing her in her cage.
Sasori nudged it closed and followed, glancing around. He wanted to turn his cellphone off... but he was on call all the time.
The apartment was rather elegantly decorated. Rich blues, striking crimson and gold. Royal colors, but put together artfully enough so as not to clash.
"Have a seat." came the voice form the back before his voice was heard once more, soothing the bird he kept as a pet. The elegant, royal blue couch looked quite comfortable, quite soft.
Sasori sat as bidden, watching Murugu with some interest, the infamous bird who threatened daily. His eyes rolled over the furniture and decor... probably done by a professional. "This is... Murugu?"
"Hm?" he stroked the large blue parrots back gently before transferring her to his shoulder. She was far too big to remain on anyone's arm for long.
"Who's that Suzaku-sama!" She squawked
"That's Akasuna Sasori, Murugu."
"She talks." The eyebrows went up. He doubted any intelligence in birds... birdbrain, etc.
"Does he bleed? Guts! String them up Suzaku-sama!" she chirped, bobbing her head up and down.
"...She's wonderful." The corners of that mouth turned up. "Suzaku-sama" he mouthed.
Her head tilted slightly, peering at Sasori. "Hello Akasuna Sasori. Do you want to play a game?" she asked, her voice a perfect mimicry of Jigsaw's. Suzaku's smile actaully softened for the bird, for a moment.
"Does the game involve my guts inside out?" Sasori addressed her politely.
"Maybe!" she chirped, leaning closer, causing Suzaku to lurch forward to accomodate the shift in her weight. She was after all of the largest breed of parrot.
"Well, I don't know..." Sasori tapped his finger to his cheek. "I like my guts on the inside... They work better that way."
A tilt of her head before turning her head so she could see Suzaku. "Smart smart smart!" she chanted and he laughed whens he pushed her head to his cheek, giving him affection as a bird could.
"..I'm flattered?" Sasori raised an eyebrow again, resting his elbow on the arm of the sofa and his fingers against his cheek.
"She enjoys talking. Come pretty, let's turn the radio on for you while I conduct business." And with that he disappeared once more into his bedroom.
Sasori gave a little sigh like someone who just played third wheel to a couple and looked about the room again.
He returned a short time later, having changed sweaters and washed his hands from handling Murugu and immediately let his eyes find Sasori. "Well now."
"Well now," Sasori echoed, lifting his head off his fingers.
"So you want to stay here."
"For the time-being, yes. State the obvious."
"I prefer to make sure bases are covered. You can stay. You'll sleep there. The couch pulls out into a relatively comfortable bed. I'd offer you a bed itself but this is only a one bedroom."
I feel like I've been drafted. "Fine."
"Fine. You have free run of the kitchen as well, but I warn you, there are meat products in there. Also...the coconuts are off limits. Those are for Murugu." he murmured, crossing his arms.
Sasori wrinkled his nose. "I hate coconut anyway."
"So do I but she loves them." he shrugged lightly before slipping down onto the opposite end of the couch, staring at the other intently.
"Anything else?" Sasori rested his fingers to his cheek again, watching the wall across from the sofa with much interest.
"Just trying to think of somethig suitable to be paid back with." he remarked with a small, devious smile.
"Take your time." Sasori took his own--a flip with a black case and a scorpion charm with a red band--and flipped it open to check for messages.
"Mmmhm." he agreed to, stretching, laying partially across teh arm as he thought. Idly the television was flipped on just in time for some poor woman to scream quickly before her skull was bashed in. Suzaku's interest perked, avidly watching the screen now.
Sasori visibly jumped at the scream and turned. "What the fuck was--...Oh."
He didn't watch much television.
That soft smile as he watched the screen before glancing back. "You'll have to get used to my movies."
"That's a movie? I thought it was the evening news." Sasori rolled his eyes.
"I don't watch the news often. I just read the paper and listen carefully to my coworkers." he murmured, turning aorund to face the other.
"Hm. Then you wouldn't know that my clinic was in the news on the sixth."
"Was it? For what?" he asked, light shining in his eyes with sudden, voracious interest.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Sasori settled into the sofa, twirling a lock of red hair around his finger. It was still straight from work, and hung about his eyes and down his neck.
"If you care to tell me." he shrugged, leaning back, staring at his hair a moment, at the straightness before letting his interest flicker elsewhere
"Oh. Well." Sasori kicked his shoes off and folded his legs underneath himself. "My clinic apparently has the best meatball surgery record in Tokyo, so they wanted to get me on the news, and gave me a piece of paper saying I was a good doctor without the proper tools."
"Go put your shoes by the door." he murmured, still listneing though, interested in the words. "Meatball Surgery...?"
Sasori just picked them up and tossed them toward the door, without getting up. "Basically, say... there's a car crash, right? Alot of the people aren't stabalized. Sometimes we need to do quick surgery so they can survive the transfer to a bigger hospital."
"Sounds pleasent."
"It is. I get to cut people open and peep around for a bit."
His eyes lit once more, grinning a little.
"Why? Did you think we were on the news because of the fifth?" Sasori's eyes narrowed as he smirked.
"Hell no." he growled in response, eyes narrowing at the other. He didn't like being reminded.
"Good. That's what I was thinking when they showed up." Sasori shuddered.
Suzaku was shuddering if only a little as well, curling back into the couch.
Once again, Sasori nearly jumped out of his skin when he phone rang, playing a recorded version of Carol of the Bells. He checked the screen and let out a groan before answering. "Hello... Yes... It's my cellphone, you fossil! Who else could it be?!"
Suzaku covered his lips with his hand, trying to hold off from laughing outright
"...No... Yes I am! .... of course not... I don't need to tell you. I can't talk now, Gran. I'm on-call for the clinic." The phone was clicked closed. Sasori turned and glared at Suzaku. "Shut up."
"Granny just wants to see you, Akasunakins." he chortled merrily as he stood up.
"I think Granny's going to be dying sooner or later anyway and seeing me won't change that." Sasori watched him, resting his head against the back of the sofa.
"Is Akasunakins gonna kill his granny?" he snorted, glancing to him in a new light, lips curling upwards.
"Would I tell you if I was?" he asked gently.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." he flipped in responce, offering the other a faint smirk. "Depends on how much you...heh...trusted me..."
"I don't trust anyone, and I think I benefit from it," Sasori boasted. "You may be my friend but that doesn't make me any less your prey, or me yours."
"You consider me a friend?" he echoed, delight showing in those light violet eyes. What an amusing turn of events.
"You're surprised? You said it so often the other day. About how I was someone you called friend and you expected nothing less.."
"From you...I don't. I'm just rather surprised you admitted it." he murmured.
Those eyes were rolled. "Get over it. I'm not saying it more than once."
"I don't expect constant admissions. Now. Would you like to watch a movie or just sit there and wait for the hag to call you back trying to trace you here? Because she is -not- getting into this apartment."
"I don't watch much TV." Sasori shrugged. "And she doesn't know how to use computers and doesn't trust the police. She can't track me if I avoid windows."
"Good. The windows are quite easily covered by thick drapery, as you've seen." he gestured to the window thoughtfully before relaxing back.
"Mm. Do you have any video games?" Sasori didn't sleep much except when exhausted, so he generally stayed up late playing games.
"I do." he swung away from the couch to gesture to a closed in bookshelf cabinet that was unlocked, display a healthy collection of games. Silent Hill, Final Fantasy. RPG's, Fighting Games, Single Players, a few first person shooters. "Name your poison."
"Hmm..." Sasori crawled off the sofa over to the games and looked through them. By appearence, he selected Silent Hill for that night's amusement. "Pyramid head..."
PyramidHead was what made Silent Hill sexy. And thus he let the other select, moving to curl up on the couch to watch.
Clutching his game of choice, Sasori went back to the couch. He'd start playing after Suzaku went to sleep. In the meantime, he turned his attention to the TV. "What is this?"
"IT's a tv." He stated blandly, glancing at Sasori, flipping him the remote with a smirk. "Use this. Set it to channel zero. Then turn the PS 2 on as normal and proceed. I take it you know what to do from there."
"I meant the movie."
Rather then feel stupid he only smirked more, burrowing into the couch. "The Hills Have Eyes, I think....could be House of Wax...." He shrugged.
"..Never seen or heard of either." Sasori curled up with his cheek rested against the arm of the sofa.
"....You're going to sit and Watch The Hills have eyes. There are mutants and they attack people." He said with a smug grin.
Sasori heaved a sigh. He didn't like TV much. "Bloodshed?"
"Tons of it. Evisceration too."
"I may fall asleep." Sasori faked a yawn for effect.
"We'll see." he murmured, shuddering. "SAW is better though. The creative ways that man finds for people to die..." he murmured softly.
"You'd be surprised." Sasori examined his nails.
"There's little that can surprise me." he murmured.
"No? I'll be back." Sasori crossed to the window and climbed out, disappearing from sight.
He shrugged, curling back onto the couch to make himself comfortable.
Sasori was back within five minutes and had under one arm a photo album with a lock on it. "If SAW has as many good ideas as these, I'll be impressed." He handed the album to Suzaku and sat down.
Inside where pictures, sketches, news paper clippings... a scrapbook of killing. Some were taken of dead patients on an operating table, some on the streets. How the subjects got int that state was a piece of mystery.
Suzaku accepted the album as if it were a holy relic, turning page after page, eyes widening a little more with each turn. "Nice...ooh...that had to hurt...." he winced, chuckling to himself.
Granted, Sasori wasn't supposed to have pictures of his patients, or, in some cases, his father's patients... but some were so sickening he couldn't help himself. All age groups, from infants to elders, were included.
Suzaku...well..he enjoyed viewing pictures of violence. The same way he adored movies of violence. He was detached form them, as he was detached from people in general.
Sasori turned a page of suffocated, raped and whipped infants to show what... looked like the remains of a person, arranged in a manner for the photograph. "Exploding bullets. It made a lovely bang." Wow I sounded like Deidara there... Well, it's a photographed bang, so it's art. "Shot in the eyes and chest while he was being hung."
"Wow..." those eyes flew open, trying to imagine what that would have looked like. "Suffocation...or if he were LUCKY, a broken neck..."
"Well, a little of both... He was crippled."
"Yeah...but if the knot of the rope is at the bakc of his neck it'll just suffocate him...now if it's to the side it'll have a better change of breaking his neck instead of just strangling...."
"I wasn't paying attention. I just handed out the bullets," Sasori said in a low tone, as if the memory brought back fond daydreams. Chiyo didn't... worry... about her grandson without reason.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." he chuckled, turning to the next page.
"I still have some." Sasori shrugged, grinning a little nostalgic grin.
"Very nice." he purred, at last handing the journal back.
"Thank you." Sasori tucked it back under one arm; he didn't want Chiyo to find it if she got a key to his apartment, so he didn't bother replacing it.
"No problem." he waved his hand, yawning lightly.
"Izzu seepies?"
"I'm a little tired." he responded with a snort, peering at the other from between the fingers covering his face.
Sasori rolled his eyes and got up, grabbing his bag. "Where's your bathroom? I'm going to change."
"Nn....back the way you came in, right near the entrance is the doorway." he murmured
Sasori padded off, found the bathroom, and went in, closing the door behind himself. Sasori's pajamas... well, normally he slept in whatever he dropped into bed in. But on the rare occasion that someone was sleeping over... i.e., Deidara, sometimes Kisame, etc... he had a few pairs of pajamas. Today he'd grabbed a black sleeveless shirt with the words "FUCK ART, LET'S KILL" in cut out spray-painted letters, and pajama pants that were a little too big for him, in leopard print. He kept his socks, plain black ones, on and padded back into the room.
Suzaku was dressed for sleep himself already in a pair of red pants and a white tanktop. He eyed the other for a moment before gesturing to the pillow and blankets laid out. "There."
"Thank you." Instead of pulling the bed out, however, Sasori pulled the bedding onto the floor before the TV and sat on it, cross-legged, and went about getting Silent Hill out of it's box to play.
"I'll leave you too it then. Don't get raped by PyramidHead." he joked in taht rather morbid way, padding towards his bedroom.
"I may have to come bother you if he scares me too much," Sasori said in an even little mocking tone. "Scare you out of bed with my ice cold feet."
"The fuck you will." he replied sweetly, his voice just as mocking before turning and moving to the door.
"We'll see, won't we?" Sasori grinned, turning on the playstation.
"....oyasumi nasai, Akasuna-san." he murmured stiffly, closing the door to his room with a soft click.
"Yadda ya..." Sasori muttered, starting to play. He kept the volumn at a reasonable level, but the game it's self didn't get turned off until about.... four in the morning. Then an hour of sleep on the floor was in store before getting up to go yoga. Such is life.
Status: Closed
Location: Suzaku's apartment
Date: Febuary 8th
Summary: Sasori goes to stay the night in order to hide from Chiyo (For those of you who don't know, that's his grandmother), and meets Murugu and the two share killing ideas.
Warnings: Murugu :D, and some PG-13 descriptions of killing.
After work, Sasori put on hat, coat and scarf and departed in a hurry, leaving the finalized paperwork for his secretary. He didn't normally wear the hat, but Chiyo would pick him off right away with that head of hair catching street lamps. Quickly, he went to his own apartment, fed his scorpions and made sure all where in the tank, grabbed some things he needed, and, instead of going up the elevator.... he used the fire escape. The fire escape opened to a back alley, so Chiyo couldn't see him. When he got up to Suzaku's window, he rapped sharply on the glass and waited.
Suzaku heard the tapping and moved to the window, peering between the crimson curtains to gaze out at Sasori. Amusement touched his eyes and after a moment he jerked the window open, leaning outward. "Well Well...looks like you really have shown up...why the clandestine entrance...?"
"Precautionary? Plus, I've never done this before and I wanted to try it." Sasori tossed his bag in before himself and hopped in.
"So I see...close the window." He snapped before disappearing into another room at a loud squawk, intent on caring for his bird, and replacing her in her cage.
Sasori nudged it closed and followed, glancing around. He wanted to turn his cellphone off... but he was on call all the time.
The apartment was rather elegantly decorated. Rich blues, striking crimson and gold. Royal colors, but put together artfully enough so as not to clash.
"Have a seat." came the voice form the back before his voice was heard once more, soothing the bird he kept as a pet. The elegant, royal blue couch looked quite comfortable, quite soft.
Sasori sat as bidden, watching Murugu with some interest, the infamous bird who threatened daily. His eyes rolled over the furniture and decor... probably done by a professional. "This is... Murugu?"
"Hm?" he stroked the large blue parrots back gently before transferring her to his shoulder. She was far too big to remain on anyone's arm for long.
"Who's that Suzaku-sama!" She squawked
"That's Akasuna Sasori, Murugu."
"She talks." The eyebrows went up. He doubted any intelligence in birds... birdbrain, etc.
"Does he bleed? Guts! String them up Suzaku-sama!" she chirped, bobbing her head up and down.
"...She's wonderful." The corners of that mouth turned up. "Suzaku-sama" he mouthed.
Her head tilted slightly, peering at Sasori. "Hello Akasuna Sasori. Do you want to play a game?" she asked, her voice a perfect mimicry of Jigsaw's. Suzaku's smile actaully softened for the bird, for a moment.
"Does the game involve my guts inside out?" Sasori addressed her politely.
"Maybe!" she chirped, leaning closer, causing Suzaku to lurch forward to accomodate the shift in her weight. She was after all of the largest breed of parrot.
"Well, I don't know..." Sasori tapped his finger to his cheek. "I like my guts on the inside... They work better that way."
A tilt of her head before turning her head so she could see Suzaku. "Smart smart smart!" she chanted and he laughed whens he pushed her head to his cheek, giving him affection as a bird could.
"..I'm flattered?" Sasori raised an eyebrow again, resting his elbow on the arm of the sofa and his fingers against his cheek.
"She enjoys talking. Come pretty, let's turn the radio on for you while I conduct business." And with that he disappeared once more into his bedroom.
Sasori gave a little sigh like someone who just played third wheel to a couple and looked about the room again.
He returned a short time later, having changed sweaters and washed his hands from handling Murugu and immediately let his eyes find Sasori. "Well now."
"Well now," Sasori echoed, lifting his head off his fingers.
"So you want to stay here."
"For the time-being, yes. State the obvious."
"I prefer to make sure bases are covered. You can stay. You'll sleep there. The couch pulls out into a relatively comfortable bed. I'd offer you a bed itself but this is only a one bedroom."
I feel like I've been drafted. "Fine."
"Fine. You have free run of the kitchen as well, but I warn you, there are meat products in there. Also...the coconuts are off limits. Those are for Murugu." he murmured, crossing his arms.
Sasori wrinkled his nose. "I hate coconut anyway."
"So do I but she loves them." he shrugged lightly before slipping down onto the opposite end of the couch, staring at the other intently.
"Anything else?" Sasori rested his fingers to his cheek again, watching the wall across from the sofa with much interest.
"Just trying to think of somethig suitable to be paid back with." he remarked with a small, devious smile.
"Take your time." Sasori took his own--a flip with a black case and a scorpion charm with a red band--and flipped it open to check for messages.
"Mmmhm." he agreed to, stretching, laying partially across teh arm as he thought. Idly the television was flipped on just in time for some poor woman to scream quickly before her skull was bashed in. Suzaku's interest perked, avidly watching the screen now.
Sasori visibly jumped at the scream and turned. "What the fuck was--...Oh."
He didn't watch much television.
That soft smile as he watched the screen before glancing back. "You'll have to get used to my movies."
"That's a movie? I thought it was the evening news." Sasori rolled his eyes.
"I don't watch the news often. I just read the paper and listen carefully to my coworkers." he murmured, turning aorund to face the other.
"Hm. Then you wouldn't know that my clinic was in the news on the sixth."
"Was it? For what?" he asked, light shining in his eyes with sudden, voracious interest.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Sasori settled into the sofa, twirling a lock of red hair around his finger. It was still straight from work, and hung about his eyes and down his neck.
"If you care to tell me." he shrugged, leaning back, staring at his hair a moment, at the straightness before letting his interest flicker elsewhere
"Oh. Well." Sasori kicked his shoes off and folded his legs underneath himself. "My clinic apparently has the best meatball surgery record in Tokyo, so they wanted to get me on the news, and gave me a piece of paper saying I was a good doctor without the proper tools."
"Go put your shoes by the door." he murmured, still listneing though, interested in the words. "Meatball Surgery...?"
Sasori just picked them up and tossed them toward the door, without getting up. "Basically, say... there's a car crash, right? Alot of the people aren't stabalized. Sometimes we need to do quick surgery so they can survive the transfer to a bigger hospital."
"Sounds pleasent."
"It is. I get to cut people open and peep around for a bit."
His eyes lit once more, grinning a little.
"Why? Did you think we were on the news because of the fifth?" Sasori's eyes narrowed as he smirked.
"Hell no." he growled in response, eyes narrowing at the other. He didn't like being reminded.
"Good. That's what I was thinking when they showed up." Sasori shuddered.
Suzaku was shuddering if only a little as well, curling back into the couch.
Once again, Sasori nearly jumped out of his skin when he phone rang, playing a recorded version of Carol of the Bells. He checked the screen and let out a groan before answering. "Hello... Yes... It's my cellphone, you fossil! Who else could it be?!"
Suzaku covered his lips with his hand, trying to hold off from laughing outright
"...No... Yes I am! .... of course not... I don't need to tell you. I can't talk now, Gran. I'm on-call for the clinic." The phone was clicked closed. Sasori turned and glared at Suzaku. "Shut up."
"Granny just wants to see you, Akasunakins." he chortled merrily as he stood up.
"I think Granny's going to be dying sooner or later anyway and seeing me won't change that." Sasori watched him, resting his head against the back of the sofa.
"Is Akasunakins gonna kill his granny?" he snorted, glancing to him in a new light, lips curling upwards.
"Would I tell you if I was?" he asked gently.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." he flipped in responce, offering the other a faint smirk. "Depends on how much you...heh...trusted me..."
"I don't trust anyone, and I think I benefit from it," Sasori boasted. "You may be my friend but that doesn't make me any less your prey, or me yours."
"You consider me a friend?" he echoed, delight showing in those light violet eyes. What an amusing turn of events.
"You're surprised? You said it so often the other day. About how I was someone you called friend and you expected nothing less.."
"From you...I don't. I'm just rather surprised you admitted it." he murmured.
Those eyes were rolled. "Get over it. I'm not saying it more than once."
"I don't expect constant admissions. Now. Would you like to watch a movie or just sit there and wait for the hag to call you back trying to trace you here? Because she is -not- getting into this apartment."
"I don't watch much TV." Sasori shrugged. "And she doesn't know how to use computers and doesn't trust the police. She can't track me if I avoid windows."
"Good. The windows are quite easily covered by thick drapery, as you've seen." he gestured to the window thoughtfully before relaxing back.
"Mm. Do you have any video games?" Sasori didn't sleep much except when exhausted, so he generally stayed up late playing games.
"I do." he swung away from the couch to gesture to a closed in bookshelf cabinet that was unlocked, display a healthy collection of games. Silent Hill, Final Fantasy. RPG's, Fighting Games, Single Players, a few first person shooters. "Name your poison."
"Hmm..." Sasori crawled off the sofa over to the games and looked through them. By appearence, he selected Silent Hill for that night's amusement. "Pyramid head..."
PyramidHead was what made Silent Hill sexy. And thus he let the other select, moving to curl up on the couch to watch.
Clutching his game of choice, Sasori went back to the couch. He'd start playing after Suzaku went to sleep. In the meantime, he turned his attention to the TV. "What is this?"
"IT's a tv." He stated blandly, glancing at Sasori, flipping him the remote with a smirk. "Use this. Set it to channel zero. Then turn the PS 2 on as normal and proceed. I take it you know what to do from there."
"I meant the movie."
Rather then feel stupid he only smirked more, burrowing into the couch. "The Hills Have Eyes, I think....could be House of Wax...." He shrugged.
"..Never seen or heard of either." Sasori curled up with his cheek rested against the arm of the sofa.
"....You're going to sit and Watch The Hills have eyes. There are mutants and they attack people." He said with a smug grin.
Sasori heaved a sigh. He didn't like TV much. "Bloodshed?"
"Tons of it. Evisceration too."
"I may fall asleep." Sasori faked a yawn for effect.
"We'll see." he murmured, shuddering. "SAW is better though. The creative ways that man finds for people to die..." he murmured softly.
"You'd be surprised." Sasori examined his nails.
"There's little that can surprise me." he murmured.
"No? I'll be back." Sasori crossed to the window and climbed out, disappearing from sight.
He shrugged, curling back onto the couch to make himself comfortable.
Sasori was back within five minutes and had under one arm a photo album with a lock on it. "If SAW has as many good ideas as these, I'll be impressed." He handed the album to Suzaku and sat down.
Inside where pictures, sketches, news paper clippings... a scrapbook of killing. Some were taken of dead patients on an operating table, some on the streets. How the subjects got int that state was a piece of mystery.
Suzaku accepted the album as if it were a holy relic, turning page after page, eyes widening a little more with each turn. "Nice...ooh...that had to hurt...." he winced, chuckling to himself.
Granted, Sasori wasn't supposed to have pictures of his patients, or, in some cases, his father's patients... but some were so sickening he couldn't help himself. All age groups, from infants to elders, were included.
Suzaku...well..he enjoyed viewing pictures of violence. The same way he adored movies of violence. He was detached form them, as he was detached from people in general.
Sasori turned a page of suffocated, raped and whipped infants to show what... looked like the remains of a person, arranged in a manner for the photograph. "Exploding bullets. It made a lovely bang." Wow I sounded like Deidara there... Well, it's a photographed bang, so it's art. "Shot in the eyes and chest while he was being hung."
"Wow..." those eyes flew open, trying to imagine what that would have looked like. "Suffocation...or if he were LUCKY, a broken neck..."
"Well, a little of both... He was crippled."
"Yeah...but if the knot of the rope is at the bakc of his neck it'll just suffocate him...now if it's to the side it'll have a better change of breaking his neck instead of just strangling...."
"I wasn't paying attention. I just handed out the bullets," Sasori said in a low tone, as if the memory brought back fond daydreams. Chiyo didn't... worry... about her grandson without reason.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." he chuckled, turning to the next page.
"I still have some." Sasori shrugged, grinning a little nostalgic grin.
"Very nice." he purred, at last handing the journal back.
"Thank you." Sasori tucked it back under one arm; he didn't want Chiyo to find it if she got a key to his apartment, so he didn't bother replacing it.
"No problem." he waved his hand, yawning lightly.
"Izzu seepies?"
"I'm a little tired." he responded with a snort, peering at the other from between the fingers covering his face.
Sasori rolled his eyes and got up, grabbing his bag. "Where's your bathroom? I'm going to change."
"Nn....back the way you came in, right near the entrance is the doorway." he murmured
Sasori padded off, found the bathroom, and went in, closing the door behind himself. Sasori's pajamas... well, normally he slept in whatever he dropped into bed in. But on the rare occasion that someone was sleeping over... i.e., Deidara, sometimes Kisame, etc... he had a few pairs of pajamas. Today he'd grabbed a black sleeveless shirt with the words "FUCK ART, LET'S KILL" in cut out spray-painted letters, and pajama pants that were a little too big for him, in leopard print. He kept his socks, plain black ones, on and padded back into the room.
Suzaku was dressed for sleep himself already in a pair of red pants and a white tanktop. He eyed the other for a moment before gesturing to the pillow and blankets laid out. "There."
"Thank you." Instead of pulling the bed out, however, Sasori pulled the bedding onto the floor before the TV and sat on it, cross-legged, and went about getting Silent Hill out of it's box to play.
"I'll leave you too it then. Don't get raped by PyramidHead." he joked in taht rather morbid way, padding towards his bedroom.
"I may have to come bother you if he scares me too much," Sasori said in an even little mocking tone. "Scare you out of bed with my ice cold feet."
"The fuck you will." he replied sweetly, his voice just as mocking before turning and moving to the door.
"We'll see, won't we?" Sasori grinned, turning on the playstation.
"....oyasumi nasai, Akasuna-san." he murmured stiffly, closing the door to his room with a soft click.
"Yadda ya..." Sasori muttered, starting to play. He kept the volumn at a reasonable level, but the game it's self didn't get turned off until about.... four in the morning. Then an hour of sleep on the floor was in store before getting up to go yoga. Such is life.