[Closed] I'm taking a ride with my best friend

[eternalscorpion]

Who: Sasori (eternalscorpion) and Deidara (transient_art)
When: Evening, after this thread
Where: The skies over Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: Deidara and Sasori begin their aerial survey of the city
Warnings: Language, high altitude awkward, angst

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[transient_art]

Deidara paused, giving Sasori a long, hard look, half irritated, half baffled. What was the asshole babbling about? Sakura? Healing? Healing Deidara? He tilted his head as if confused, and he was.

"...why would she have healed me?" he asked quietly, his gaze trained on Sasori, asking answers for a lot more than what his question alone expressed. There was something off with Sasori, the same with the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, the medic from Leaf had been almost homey compared to the two together, full of acid and anger, like she should be.

Like she should be!

Deidara snorted softly, decided to let his feet take him to his partner, careful not to limp. He leaned his hip against the ledge and reached for that cigarette that was dangling from the corner of Sasori's mouth, plugging it off, between an index and a middle finger, rolling few times to get a feel of it. Then Deidara brought it to his own lips, took a drag, and watched Sasori carefully through the smoke. Lungs emptied to the side as a narrow stream from the corner of Deidara's mouth.

"I'd rather she not touch me at all," he said humorlessly, even if a grin touched his lips, it was one that held no mirth. Before the cigarette ended up back between his lips, he muttered in a hushed tone: "She would rather slice me up than patch me up. And the feeling is quite mutual, hmn."