Bored Deidara On Roof [Active, Open]
Character(s): Deidara, Mai, Sokka
Content: Deidara is bored, so he's hanging out on the roof messing with the fireworks he found.
Location: the roof of Utrecht Art Supply
Time: evening
Warnings: well, Deidara's working with explosives...
The light was just beginning to fade from the sky, casting a violet hue on the ruined city and making the delicate work Deidara was performing seem even more reckless than it might have in normal light. Not that Deidara minded in the least. Fireworks sat beside him, some half open, some completely discarded, and some having been reconstructed. Deidara was proving uncharacteristically patient as he worked through the explosive ingredients within the fireworks, moving quickly but with care.
While he did look at his work, it was not the only check of quality. He could taste the explosives on the palms of his hands, and tell the difference that way. Even the feel of them could be useful. This was Deidara's element, and he was as content as he could be, given the circumstances.
His legs dangled over the edge of the building, unmoving. One had the obvious signs of being bandaged and kept still--his leg was still healing. His other foot was, too. He had worked his way up to the roof regardless; he hated sitting still.
At least he had fireworks to occupy him. But he would have preferred clay.
Content: Deidara is bored, so he's hanging out on the roof messing with the fireworks he found.
Location: the roof of Utrecht Art Supply
Time: evening
Warnings: well, Deidara's working with explosives...
The light was just beginning to fade from the sky, casting a violet hue on the ruined city and making the delicate work Deidara was performing seem even more reckless than it might have in normal light. Not that Deidara minded in the least. Fireworks sat beside him, some half open, some completely discarded, and some having been reconstructed. Deidara was proving uncharacteristically patient as he worked through the explosive ingredients within the fireworks, moving quickly but with care.
While he did look at his work, it was not the only check of quality. He could taste the explosives on the palms of his hands, and tell the difference that way. Even the feel of them could be useful. This was Deidara's element, and he was as content as he could be, given the circumstances.
His legs dangled over the edge of the building, unmoving. One had the obvious signs of being bandaged and kept still--his leg was still healing. His other foot was, too. He had worked his way up to the roof regardless; he hated sitting still.
At least he had fireworks to occupy him. But he would have preferred clay.