There was a sudden knock on the door and the vaguely bird-shaped lump of clay Deidara had been working on turned back into nothing more than a lump-shaped lump of clay. Deidara frowned at it, sorely tempted to send it flying over to the door and letting it detonate - unfortunately, if there was anything reliable about his art right now, it was the fact that this place was going to interfere with it whenever it felt like it.
The list of people who could be standing in front of his door and knocking was pretty short right now.
He dropped the clay back to join the rest of what was left of it inside his bag and stood to make his way over to the door, pulling it open. "Yeah?"
What awaited him on the other side could have made him ask "Who are you and what have you done with Hidan?" if that weren't already really overused, and Deidara didn't do overused made him stop and stare for a moment
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Deidara raised his eyebrows at the smile and the words that followed it. Hidan was acting... well, stranger than usual. Maybe this place or what he'd lost here was starting to get to him. And didn't he want to have nothing to do with Akatsuki
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The list of people who could be standing in front of his door and knocking was pretty short right now.
He dropped the clay back to join the rest of what was left of it inside his bag and stood to make his way over to the door, pulling it open. "Yeah?"
What awaited him on the other side could have made him ask "Who are you and what have you done with Hidan?" if that weren't already really overused, and Deidara didn't do overused made him stop and stare for a moment ( ... )
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"Other than your company, fuck no," he said reassuringly. (As reassuring as Hidan could sound, which was surprisingly... reassuring.)
He held up the basket. "Brought you something. Did you know there's a beach three hundred and four miles to the south-south-east?"
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