[[In progress, yo]]

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Title: Between Onyx and Cobalt
Characters: Itachi and Deidara
Location: Itachi's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Itachi calls Deidara in for a little reunion. After all it's been a while since they've talked.
Day/Time: Day 96 / Mid afternoon

Files. There were so damn many of then. He could easily assume that there were at least a hundred or more, if

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[skewedintent]

Damn; and he'd been so sure being quiet would have had him left to his own devices by now. Prior to this little surprise, not even his doctor had bothered with him in so long as there wasn't any report of life-threatening injuries.

Or, so he assumed. It had been a while.

And things had stood as such, for however long it had been-he'd sort of given up on keeping up with dates, somewhere along way back then-and. He had been-content? He supposed.

So being told his doctor wanted to see him had been a bit of a surprise, though it had made more sense when he had asked 'why now' and received a 'your presence has been requested' with a different name tacked onto the end than the usual.

Then, he hadn't protested as much even when the nurse attempted to try and stare him down in a ditch effort to make him hurry as he casually took as long as it suited him to shrug on a thin gray jacket over the conventional black. He did, however, loudly disagree when she thought it suitable to lead him out by the wrist-not that it mattered. She'd had an iron grip and deaf ears, and used both to their full extent.

It turned out being a nurse at an asylum turned out to have hardened her as well, he found, when it took him over half the journey and multiple displeased voiced sentiments to convince her: that, no, he would not lag; though why did she care anyway, it wasn't like her job depended on it-. And so on.

But despite everything, he managed a smile when he caught a glimpse of a certain brunet through a crack in the doorway. Even with the chip to his pride.

Shouldering the door open while he pushed back a couple of stray blond locks, Deidara gave the man seated across the room a lopsided grin as he propped the door open and leaned against the doorway; his appearance disheveled from the journey and a brazen air about him.

Two fingers rose to a half-assed salute. "What's up, Doc."

[ ooc fl;jk sorry this is late, I had a concert. ;; ]

[fan_of_red_dawn]

[[ooc: first off I'd like to say I'm really, really sorry this took so long. Of all the logs I had to leave during my move, this is the one I really regret leaving alone so long.]]

He sat back in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other with his hands linked over one knee.

When the nurse and the person he requested to be brought to his office entered, Itachi nodded, and gave the nurse a dismissing wave. It was apparent that she was one of the more rude staff members, and not many liked her. He immediately turned his attention to the blond, a half-smile, half-smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

Itachi motioned to the chair across from his, offering his blond friend a seat.

"Even though I should scold yo on not coming in for your check ups, today I am just the same old Itachi from those days long ago. I'm not your doctor, at least not for today."

[skewedintent]

"You always do remember how to make me feel so welcome, un."

Deidara couldn't-and so, didn't-resist flaunting an impish smile as he stepped fully inside, slippered feet soft on the ground as the blond strolled to the offered seat with little regard to the dismissed woman. Tossing himself onto the chair, he languidly made to settle into a comfortable slouch: angling himself to rest the crook of a knee on top of a wooden arm (so his leg easily dangled), as the hand opposite propped up his chin (despite the gesture digging his elbow into the chair's arm not-so-nicely).

He proffered a bright smile as he made himself quite comfortable-despite the attention, or rather due to it-a blond eyebrow quirking up. "Then you won't mind me taking advantage of that generous offer. I'm too beat to sit right proper, un."

Not that he was trying to see how long it would be before he drew irritation.

(Really. Though he did have to admit the exercise was quite amusing-like petting a cat backwards. Albeit one with sharp, pointy claws.

He wasn't quite fond of the way his left eye strained backwards in a spasm at pointy. At least he'd acquired a patch for it, at last.)

His right hand wandered up at some point to come to a rest on his suspended leg, flippantly cut nails (not really that uneaven&mdash) drumming a whimsical tune onto his dark slacks. "You were busy, then, I suppose?"

[ ooc fsd;ajl I'm sorry, I haven't been online too often lately and my head's spazzing, so Dei's not coming as easily. ;; ]