[log] An epic log wherein Deidara ruins Sasori's puppety me time.

[eternalscorpion]

Who: Sasori and Deidara
Where/When: Amegakure, September 19th, midday
Status: Closed, Complete
Style: Paragraph
Warnings: A little bit of everything! NC-17 for sexual content.

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[clayfireworks]

Deidara couldn't stand staying in one place for too long. Staying still was like stopping, and stopping was like dying, and while there was nothing really wrong with death--it was inevitable, after all--the idea of doing anything like it without a certain amount of flash unsettled him. And so, even having Iwagakure all to himself, even knowing Amegakure was another option, he was hard-pressed to stay anywhere for more than a night or two. Maybe spending so much time as a missing-nin had really started to screw with his habits. When had it been when he'd had a safe place to rest, before this strange situation? But he had stayed in Suna for some time, far beyond what he would have liked, and even stayed in Ame, watching Sasori. But Sasori was normal again, so he'd started moving again.

But just the same he couldn't abide by all the silence. He was used to traveling with a partner: first Sasori and then Tobi. He definitely wasn't about to go looking for Tobi. But he knew Sasori was in Ame, and with travel as fast as it could be when you had a direction in mind, it wasn't long before he'd crossed the border of the rainy village, his bird skimming rooftops as he peered into windows.

Ah, there he was. Deidara landed just outside the doorstep. "Danna."