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[skewedintent]

Title: Sketch
Characters: Deidara skewedintent, Itachi fan_of_red_dawn
Location: Room 109 → ?
Rating: PG-13 [swearing?]
Summary: Deidara doesn't see what all the fuss over one movie is about. There are other things that could be used to occupy his time.
Day/Time: Day 57, Movie Time

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[fan_of_red_dawn]

His days had gone from an overwhelming amount of work, so many things on his 'to do' list, to doing just about nothing all day long. So, instead of filing, like he so dreaded doing, Itachi took to the halls, stopping to talk with a fellow co-worker every so often. It was a good thing to do, get out of his office, and stop hiding. But he had taken a wound to his pride. He had failed to do the job given to him, and all because of a sickness that befell him

[skewedintent]

[ Ooc Hm~ That's fine with me, though we might have to work out some minor details later..? But it shouldn't be a problem at this point, really~ ♥ ]

A smooth voice, the slightest intonation to the rich quality that caught his attention; the blond casually glanced up as someone entered the room, pencil still spinning between his fingers.

His single visible eye flickering across the newcomer with some mild surprise, his hand stilled itself as a faint light or recognition flitted over his features. But after a moment there was no trace of either emotion, though the crooked smile that made itself known on his pale lips was not unfriendly. A humorless laugh escaping from his parted mouth, green-blue narrowed ever-so-slightly by the way a corner of his mouth quirked up.

DeiIt had been so long, since the last time he'd been called that, by that voice

[fan_of_red_dawn]

He stood, poised at the door, his lithe frame barely leaning up against the door frame, slender arms crossed, and a half smile playing at his lips. It had indeed been along time since he'd seen the blond, and Itachi couldn't even remember the last time he did see him

[skewedintent]

A small smile was spared at the brunet's greeting, a soft upturning of his lips that died away after a moment. Ever so polite, even now, mn?

Deidara settled back with a pillow as his visitor took his seat, slender fingers gripping the relatively yielding closer to himself as he peered at the other through the faint blond strands that overcast his light features. A thoughtful light in his visible eye, he tipped his head back slightly, a lazy stare offhandedly directed towards the brunet.

"Sick?" he repeated, parroting; there might have been a hint of amusement laced through the words, but they were gone with the drumming of his fingertips against the mattress. "You never got really ill very easily. I imagine it's a good thing you didn't get involved any further with something that had such a negative effect. Unless dying early is something on your agenda, but I very much doubt thatDeidara had never been much for consolation