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Who: Deidara (tonguejob), Hidan (holyish) and Shikamaru (lazyish) if he wants
Where: Hidan's place, apartment block 3 room 27
When: Febuary 1st
Summary: Deidara goes over to Hidan's house to hand deliver a knuckle sandwich.
Rating: R. At least.
Other: Violence, language, morons.
It was a little before midnight. Deidara had thrown on a baggy sweater and sneakers, grabbed satchel he never left home without--clay, his sketchbook, wallet, the random other crap that seemed to accumulate in satchel bags. He found a mint in the outer pocket--it was kind of old and linty, but still good. He brushed off the lint, popped it in his cheek, locked the apartment and half hopped down the rickety stairs.
It was a long walk to Hidan's place, and the buses never ran this late, but Deidara didn't mind. he was in good shape. He probably could have run the whole way without getting winded. But he liked the night; the faint glow visible even above the light pollution from the direction of Elysium made him feel excited, a grin split his face as he glanced again and again at it.
Normally, a scrawny, girlish looking teen alone at night would attract trouble, even in Terra. But there was an edge in Deidara's look, something jittery in the way he walked that kept him alone and un-accosted all the way up the steps outside of apartment, all the way until he knocked on the door, leaning back on his heels and balling his fingers into a fist in preparation of decking the man that answered.
Where: Hidan's place, apartment block 3 room 27
When: Febuary 1st
Summary: Deidara goes over to Hidan's house to hand deliver a knuckle sandwich.
Rating: R. At least.
Other: Violence, language, morons.
It was a little before midnight. Deidara had thrown on a baggy sweater and sneakers, grabbed satchel he never left home without--clay, his sketchbook, wallet, the random other crap that seemed to accumulate in satchel bags. He found a mint in the outer pocket--it was kind of old and linty, but still good. He brushed off the lint, popped it in his cheek, locked the apartment and half hopped down the rickety stairs.
It was a long walk to Hidan's place, and the buses never ran this late, but Deidara didn't mind. he was in good shape. He probably could have run the whole way without getting winded. But he liked the night; the faint glow visible even above the light pollution from the direction of Elysium made him feel excited, a grin split his face as he glanced again and again at it.
Normally, a scrawny, girlish looking teen alone at night would attract trouble, even in Terra. But there was an edge in Deidara's look, something jittery in the way he walked that kept him alone and un-accosted all the way up the steps outside of apartment, all the way until he knocked on the door, leaning back on his heels and balling his fingers into a fist in preparation of decking the man that answered.