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The puppeteer twitched when the blond pretty much just put what he had said in just a few smaller words. Yeah. Okay, so basically... But... He had been speaking in plain English. What he had said made a lot of sense! ... He frowned, peering over his shoulder at Deidara. Then again, look who he was trying to explain it to... Sasori rolled his eyes, deciding not to comment, for the only thing he could think of to say to that was a comment about the blond's apparent lack of brains.

He looked back to his workstation, snatching a ruler from one side before spreading one of the metal sheets out on the floor to one side of him. How big should he make the wings...? How big would he have to make them for them to be able to carry an average adult human? ... Why was he making a fairy puppet again? Oh... Right. The brat had said something about Tinkerbell or whatever and he had actually thought it was a good idea, though he was starting to have his doubts. Speaking of the brat...

At the muttered curse, the puppet tilted his head. At what he guessed was the reason for said curse, the faux-human snorted. It wouldn't be wise to let his partner go down two flights of stairs while still probably dizzy, and then there were the possible side-effects and whatnot that could kick in at whatever time. Tch, he was getting nowhere in his organizing, anyway... He stood, pausing, before grinning eerily and looking back over at the blond. "What if someone else poisons you? It would be easier to have the information beforehand, idiot." Especially if it was something particularly deadly and-or nasty and left little time to screw around.

Waving a dismissive hand in the air, he headed for the door. "I'll be back in a minute. Don't leave the room." Without waiting for a reply, a question, or anything on the sculptor's part, the red-head left the room on his way back to the basement. Bah... Hopefully that rat hadn't decided to take revenge or something.

Maybe it would be better to put the hair ribbon over his eyes again. The room was speeding up in it’s spinning motion. Perhaps the only reason that it had slowed down was because he’d had his eyes covered for a little bit. Ah, whatever. It was spinning faster now and that’s it. He reached over and grabbed the hair silky red hair ribbon, pulling it out and placed it over his eyes, tying it in a neat bow at the back. If he was going to keep this up he might as well make it look presentable right? Even if he did look rather stupid with it.
Maybe it would be a good idea to start his antibiotics after whatever side effects that were planning on occurring had gone away.
That reminded him…it was shopping day today. There was no way he was going to leave the house if he was in this condition. What if he just fainted in the middle of the street or something? Maybe the blond should make a little shopping list and give it to Sasori. He really needed good cereal and unfortunately he’d forgotten to buy some at the village.
Oh yeah…that was quite a good point. If someone other than the red head did end up poisoning him, he wouldn’t know what the dosage would be again. It couldn’t be too unpleasant. He’d probably just end up taking a few measurements of the sculptor every now and again. ‘Okay then.’
Wait, what? ‘Where’re you?…’ he began, before it clicked. Ohhh, he was going to go get the plushie, wasn’t he? Well…that was it sounded like. ‘I won’t, don’t worry, un.’ That had been a pretty stupid thing to request. It wasn’t as if he could move around freely at that moment in time, was it?

Though he'd been out of the room and earshot before the blond began to ask the question and confirmed that he wouldn't leave the room, he had heard the 'okay'. Good! So once he came back with that damnable little toy, he'd be able to 'play' doctor again! ... Just to be a little mean, he was going to make sure to include the more unpleasant little procedures during the whole thing...

The fact that it was shopping day had totally slipped Sasori's mind, even though he had a few items of his own he wanted to pick up. Umbrellas, and the sequel to The Ring. Maybe that Grudge movie, too... From the previews, some of those inky black things resembled Kakuzu's veiny tentacle... Things. The red-head grinned evilly to himself as he started down the first flight of stairs. The perfect movie - though he doubted Kakuzu was any sort of prankster... Oh well.

Once downstairs, another inevitable meeting with everyone's oh-so favourite Jashinist occurred. Joy.

"That fast, huh? Holy shit," came the immortal's unmistakeable voice from over by the kitchen door way. The puppeteer gave him a bit of a warning look, raising his hand and wriggling a few fingers almost threateningly before turning off and heading down the basement steps.

Ah, the look of distaste he earned from the bastard before he had taken his eyes from Hidan had been nearly priceless... Yes, he so wanted to exact his revenge on the earlier episode and the more recent comment, but... Pah. He'd do it once he rescued Deidara's plushie from the rats.

Though of course he'd then risk getting it bloodstained... But it would be well worth it! And he'd put it somewhere safe beforehand, anyway!

So Deidara just sat there patiently waiting for Sasori to return with what he hope, his beloved bird plushie. Even though he was beginning to need the toilet. Surely, he wasn’t going to be that long with retrieving it. I wasn’t like the basement was messy or anything. It would only take going downstairs, grabbing the toy and then going back upstairs. It couldn’t take more than two minutes.
Still, he sat there…on his hands. It wasn’t as if he could cause any more damage to them, was it? Urgh, what if they turned black or something? That couldn’t be good…at all. He’d lose his only weapons…All the red head’s fault. Although, the sculptor couldn’t really find it in him to blame his partner. He had been the one to empty the needle onto his own hands. He could’ve just thrown it across the room without worrying about the mess that the poison would have had. But of course, he had been very tired.
In an attempt to try and try and prevent wetting himself, he crossed his legs tightly. ‘Hurry up,’ he growled, dragging out the second word.
It also seemed that the side effects of the antidote were beginning to take place. His head was suddenly beginning to throb an awful lot. Urgh, this was gunna be one hell of a headache. He could just tell. Hm…maybe painkillers could get rid of the headache…but maybe not that weird feeling running through his veins. What was that? The blond sat still for a moment waiting. Urrrgh, that burning thing…that’s what it was. The side effect that had sounded the most unpleasant had just decided to occur. Lovely.
Although, he was actually more worried about wetting the bed than setting on fire like that awful burning feeling was suggesting. Aright…screw it. If the puppet hadn’t returned in the next three minutes, Deidara was going to the bathroom…even if it meant falling over a couple of times on the way.

There. Sasori entered the basement at a leisurely pace, switching on the light and peering around. Where was it--- oh, there! The puppeteer stepped over to the fallen plush, stooping down and plucking it off the floor while simultaneously eyeing one of the many rats in the basement. Ah... That was an idea...

Grinning as evilly as ever, the red-head caught the rat with a few chakra strings and held it still while he picked it up, too, before heading out of the basement. Of course, he was careful to close the door to avoid any more rats coming up. Anyway. He quickly headed back up the basement steps, stopping at the top and peering about for a place to put the plushie so it would be out of harms way. Hmm... He strode over to the bookshelf, pushing several books back and shoving the toy in the resulting space - thankfully large enough for it to fit without a problem. Well, that problem was solved. Now, the immortal, annoying-as-hell problem.

He had such a nice way to shut him up for a while in mind, too!

The puppeteer went over to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway and grinning in a positively evil fashion when he noticed Hidan was still inside - it looked like he was too busy checking the fridge to notice him. Zetsu was still there, too, but the plantman was busy... Still talking to himself. He rose his rat-free hand, reaching out for the Jashinist with a few chakra strings that, out of nowhere, grabbed control of him. Well, 'out of nowhere' in the immortal's opinion.

"HEY! You fucking dumbass wooden dildo! Let me go!" Sure, he couldn't turn around to check, but who the hell else just randomly took control of him out of the blue?!

Grinning in an outright creepy fashion, the red-head wandered over to one of the drawers - one of the ones by the one containing the cutlery - and paused. Okay, it would be gross, but he'd wash after... It would be worth it to shut the bastard fanatic up for a while! Sticking the rat's tail in his mouth - cringing, though his couldn't feel or taste it - the puppet used his over now-free hand to open and scrounge around the drawer for... Ah. Tape! Perfect! It was duct tape, too!

He stepped over to the Jashinist, tape in hand, before making him turn around.

... Needless to say he was disgusted by what he saw. "Dude, seriously, that's fucking gross..."

Glare. The puppeteer handed the tape to the annoying immortal, then the rat - and then... Even Zetsu started paying attention.

Much to the rat's displeasure, as well as the immortal's, Hidan was forced to shove the rat - thankfully it was a small one - into his mouth and immediately tape it shut afterwards.

Though it was obvious he was trying to curse up a storm or even violently vomit during the process.

The puppeteer then took the tape from the religious fanatic and started binding his wrists together - then his arms to his body. And then he forcefully sat the idiot down at the kitchen table, duct-taping him to the chair. And then he released control, smirking triumphantly down at the furious evil preist. "Learn to shut up once in a while, idiot." Okay, so it hadn't been as bloody as he would've liked... But... It was satisfying, at least. AND it would be embarassing come breakfast time!

Watching the faux-human leave the kitchen, Zetsu rose a brow. "I think someone's 'lost it'. If he had it to begin with.. True."

Step. Step. Pause…Step. Step. Pause. Step. Step. Reach. No…he was still a fair way away from the door. Okay…step. Step. Pause. Step. Step. SLAM. ‘Owwww….’ The blond grumbled, rubbing his already throbbing forehead. He really wasn’t looking forward to having to sit through all this pain that that stupid antidote had brought about. Although…it was going to get him all better…so he might as well deal with it.
He lifted the ribbon over his eyes slightly and made a note of where the door was. As he moved towards it he moved the ribbon back over his eyes. The dizziness was beginning to fade slightly, which was good, but seeing everything spinning wasn’t really helping his headache.
He pulled the door open and exited the room, keeping his back to the wall, lifting the ribbon up every now and again to check that he wasn’t going to slide into anything sharp or pointy that would hurt if he struck. After the second time he lifted the ribbon up he groaned as he saw, what he assumed was the younger Uchiha.
The raven approached, a somewhat amused look upon his face at the odd scene before him. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ he asked, placing his hand against the wall in front of Deidara to stop him from moving any further forward.
Deidara frowned at the younger, folding his arms at his rudeness. ‘I’m going to the toilet, un,’ he replied, shortly, trying to push past.
Itachi’s purple nailed fingers began peeling at the sculptor’s ribbon…mask…thing. ‘What’s with this then?’
‘The room’s spinning and I’ve got a headache,’ he replied, slapping the other’s hand away. ‘Excuse me.’ He moved the younger’s hand out of the way and carried on his merry way to the bathroom.
‘…The bathroom’s the other way, Deidara.’
‘….Shut up.’

Now, where did he put that stupid plushie? Oh, right... The bookshelf. The red-head went over to it, pulling the toy out and almost causing several books to come along with it. Thankfully he had two hands. So to stop such a disaster from happening, he kept the books in place with his other - but, anyway...

Plush in one hand, nothing in the other, Sasori started over to the second flight of stairs. He was actually in a good mood, now... Heh... The first person to untape that idiot's mouth would get a hell of a surprise... too bad he couldn't find a small cat, though. It would've fit with that one saying.

As leisurely as ever, not really caring if he was making his partner wait or whatever - he hadn't specified where or why he was leaving the room, anyway, had he? For all Deidara knew, he could've been off just... Doing something other than getting the damn plush. Why had he gone and gotten it, anyway? Hadn't he said a little while ago that he wasn't nice? ... Whatever. This wasn't niceness. Just something to keep the brat from whining or something. Yes, that was it.

He paused at the top of the stairs, he peered down one side of the hallway, brow raised when he noticed Deidara out of the room, damnit, and that bratty - in a bad way - Uchiha. Right, he'd just tell the blond off when he got back to the room... If he made it back in one piece. That in mind, the puppet made his way to their shared room, slipping inside quickly and simply tossing the dumb plush onto his partner's bed. Now, what...? Ah! The chart... Right.

The walking was going pretty well. Deidara hadn’t noticed Sasori coming upstairs or anything. Itachi had been blocking the way and also his view. As far as he was concerned the puppeteer was still downstairs retrieving the plushie…and taking a very long time in doing so.
Hm…hopefully by the time he returned from the bathroom the room would still be empty, meaning he hadn’t been missed and he wouldn’t end up getting told off for leaving the room after being told not to.
And thankfully the bathroom was empty. He entered and slowly closed the door behind him.
To avoid treading or tripping over anything the blond had to pull the ribbon down so they weren’t covering his eyes. Even though the room was still spinning there was more of a chance of him seeing anything decorating the floor without the damn thing blocking his vision. After thinking about it for a second maybe he should’ve asked Itachi to escort him. That weasel owed him a lot. Even if the information he had leaked to the red head probably did draw them closer together. Or was that just because of his previous actions towards his partner? Bleh, whatever it had been to make him say what he had said the night before, he’s still use it as an excuse to get things from Itachi.
Although…the Uchiha didn’t exactly respect him enough to do that.
Stupid little…
Once the sculptor had finally finished he made his way back out of the bathroom on his treacherous journey back to his and the puppeteer’s shared bedroom. How fun. Again, he stuck to the wall as if the floor had fallen away completely leaving a few centimetres to walk on. Well, it helped anyway. Once back in the room he pulled the ribbon down again. Ah, crap…he was back. ‘Sorry, un!’ he mumbled. ‘I had to go to the bathroom and I couldn’t wait for you to come back.’

In the time his partner was absent from the room, Sasori had busied himself with that damnable chart, taking the appropriate marker off the wall and pausing in thought. Right, so... Had Deidara been more good, or bad? Naughty or nice? Well, that little episode last night was a big negative. He mark it accordingly. Then, there was last night through to this morning. Up. And his absence when he told the brat not to leave. Down. He couldn't be bothered to think of anything else - he'd leave it at that.

So, he placed the marker back on the wall and simply stared at it for a moment. Heh. His 'score' was... Well, at least to him, highly amusing. Ups and downs. Drastic ones. But what did he care? The chart was stupid... Then why did he decide to update his part of it?...Meh. To keep the blond from whining about it. Yeah, that's why...

Speaking of said bratty blond... The puppeteer shifted his gaze over to the door as the sculptor entered, waiting silently for an explanation. Eh. The bathroom?

Okay, it was a legit reason to leave the room - at least, that's what his little human inner-voice pointed out. Though he still wanted to be mad at his partner, for whatever reason, and found himself glaring slightly at him, anyway. Though he didn't say anything. Everything that came to mind would make it sound like he cared about the blond's well-being. Admittedly he sort of did, and to some, tiny, tiny extent it could been seen that he... Well, did, but... Whatever.

... Indeed. "Whatever." He turned his attention back to the stupid chart briefly, taking the marker back off the wall to make a small mark upwards to combat the previous one. Before, of course, putting the marker back in it's place and heading over to his bed. He paused there, pondering something for a moment before shrugging slightly and sitting cross-legged on the pointless piece of furniture. Hm... So, other than pretending not to take care of the blond, what else was there to do? He wasn't going to get any work done on the Ring girl
puppet considering he didn't want the brat to know about his plans, and he'd sort of lost interest in the fairy puppet thing... Hm...

Deidara watched as his partner made a mark on the chart and put the marker back in its original place. Oh…so he’d been updating the chart. He’d kinda forgotten about that, what with everything going on. He noted that he the mark had been a lot further down than before. What had he done to deserve that? If he hadn’t a headache, he’d ask. He wasn’t really in the mood for another argument.
He frowned slightly at the half arsed reply. What had happened to him being all nice and junk? Bleh, whatever him too. The puppet must be schizophrenic or something, changing moods all the time. That, or he was having a pretty big mood swing…highly unlikely. Although the blond didn’t know his actual age he assumed he was much older than himself. Not as old as he was. Probably early thirties. Definitely too old to be having mood swings like that.
Then came his turn to update the chart. He’d probably forget if he didn’t do it now. Shakily, he took the red pen off the wall and stood in front of the chart, thinking. Trying to poison him…down…letting him sleep on his lap…up…not making him walk upstairs…up…giving him the antidote…up…Hmm…at that point the sculptor wasn’t exactly sure if the puppeteer had brought up his beloved plushie. He’d leave it then and update later on.
After placing the pen back on the wall he moved over to his bed. After pausing for a second he changed his plan and sat next to the red head. ‘I’m not as dizzy anymore, un!’ he giggled. ‘But I’ve got a headache and that weird burny feeling…’ Like he would care anyway…like before he needed to keep a conversation going.

The puppeteer watched the sculptor as he went to update his part of the damnable chart. Heh, down. That was predicta- ... Up. Three times? That must have been a record or something. Why up three times? ... Why'd his 'score' or whatever it was go up at all? From last night or... Whatever? Eh. He didn't bother to ask, since it would probably be some stupid reason or other that he'd protest about and... So on.

Right, where... Oh, for fuck sake. He left his book downstairs, too, and hadn't bothered to pick it up when he went down for that stupid plush toy... And to think, Deidara was the natural blond! Not him! Sasori rolled his eyes, inwardly sighing in annoyance. This meant if he wanted the book, he'd have to go back down... Sure... He couldn't feel exhaustion, but it was agitating nonetheless. Though he'd be able to tease the Jashinist more. Maybe watch as whatever unlucky fool untape his mouth and got a nice, furry, possibly wet and drowned surprise...

He blinked slowly when the blond sat next to him, peering over halfy curiously at his partner. Not as dizzy anymore...? Well... That was good. He wasn't going to say so, though. Even if that little part of him was urging him to... Haha, no. "Hn. Painkillers will take care of the headache, and they shouldn't react with anything else." They only numbed the nerves a bit, afterall; they didn't do or need much else... "But you'll have to deal with the burning, Deidara." He didn't have a cure for every-friggin'-thing. It was a miracle he had cures in the first place. Or, at least, readily-made ones. "I trust you know where the painkillers are, brat?" He tilted his head and smirked just slightly, almost challengingly, after saying the 'b'-word for probably the millionth time after he'd decided his partner was one.

Ah, good. So Deidara didn’t have to suffer with the headache as well! Just that annoying burning feeling. Urgh, it’d got all the way through him now. What was the antidote doing? Neutralising his blood or something? Plus, he had an excuse to use those painkillers. Maybe if he took three he’d be able to see those pretty colours more vividly. That had been so cool…
ANYWAY.
Where were the painkillers. Uhm…he remembered it had a coloured lid, but after that it was a little hazy. He also remembered there were two or three other little medicine bottle thingies in there with the same coloured lid. The idiot proof lid at that. So…in theory, he didn’t know where the painkillers were. ‘No. I know that they’re in the cupboard though!’ With that, the blond moved over to said cupboard and opened it. That narrowed it down to…what…a lot of jars. It was too dark to make out the colour of the lids or anything. Light! He quickly walked over to the wall and switched the light on. Ah, much better. Right, going back to the cupboard. Yellow lids, red lids, white lids…aha! Green lids. Three…hmm…Scooping all three up he made his way back over to his partner’s bed, placing them on the duvet. ‘Is it this one?’ he asked, holding up the only on of the three without a warning label on it.
Well…that was a little bit of a giveaway wasn’t it?
If that one did contain the painkillers he’d have t ask the red head to open it for him. If those lids were living they’d be the sculptor’s worst enemies. Or something like that. He disliked them. Mainly because he ended up getting very frustrated after about five minutes of twisting and turning but no opening. Who even invented those damned things? And why?

He didn't know where they were... But he knew they were in the cupboard? Where the hell else would they be? Up Hidan's... Yeah... Let's go not there... He watched Deidara go over to the aforementioned cupboard before opening it, biting his lip almost worriedly. Blond, plus enclosed space full of fragile bottles - not a very good combination... Oh, hell no.

Though he didn't say anything. If the idiot broke something, it would give him a legit reason to tell him off or hit him or something. Not that he actually wanted to. Quite the opposite. But that stupid chart... He was secretly determined to keep it from going too far up on his part. Eh? Sasori blinked slowly when he noticed the light had been turned on, before watching his partner head back over to the cupboard to look through it. Which, in turn, made him feel somewhat... Nervous, again, for his pretty poisons. And antidotes.

Fortunately, he didn't hear any horrible crashes or anything... He watched the sculptor bring three green-lidded bottles over to the bed he was on and place them down on it, frowning slightly when he held one of the bottles up. "Actually," he started, picking up one of the other bottles. "This is it. That's wisteria extract, I think. The painkillers are actually a type of poison that effects only the nervous system..." Grin. Evil grin. "Though in small dosages it's harmless." In all truth, the blond actually was holding the real bottle of painkillers. Though the stuff the puppet held would work faster, well... Yeah, he had already said they were a type of poison, hadn't he?

That one was it? The one with the scary label on it? What was that? Irritant. Ew, no. Deidara was already as irritated as he could be with that annoying burning feeling running through his veins. And that grin that followed the little piece of “trivia” didn’t make Sasori seem all too trustworthy. But still…Hm…just to be on the safe side he clutched the bottle he was holding a little tighter. ‘I’d prefer to have these ones, un,’ he stated, pulling it to his chest slightly. ‘Coz they worked before and I feel more comfortable to use them again.’
Yeah…that sounded believable. It also didn’t sound too much like he was scared shitless of whatever was inside the bottle the red head was holding. What if it was some sort of scary poison that blocked out pain completely. He’d never be able to feel it ever again! …Although there was the upside of not feeling any pain. But there was a downside too. No pain receptors meant no reflex actions to get away from the source of pain and danger to the body.
The blond started pressing and turning the lid in hopes of it magically opening. But to no prevail. Those lids obviously hated him with a burning passion or something. He held it out again in front of the puppet. ‘Can you open it for me, please, Danna?’ he asked quietly.
Oh! Right! Antibiotics. He’d forgotten about them…hmm…maybe it’d be a good to ask him if he could take them even with the antidote swimming about his bloodstream. If he put those things off for any longer his arm would never get better. ‘Do you think I can take my antibiotics, un?’

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The puppeteer twitched when the blond pretty much just put what he had said in just a few smaller words. Yeah. Okay, so basically... But... He had been speaking in plain English. What he had said made a lot of sense! ... He frowned, peering over his shoulder at Deidara. Then again, look who he was trying to explain it to... Sasori rolled his eyes, deciding not to comment, for the only thing he could think of to say to that was a comment about the blond's apparent lack of brains.

He looked back to his workstation, snatching a ruler from one side before spreading one of the metal sheets out on the floor to one side of him. How big should he make the wings...? How big would he have to make them for them to be able to carry an average adult human? ... Why was he making a fairy puppet again? Oh... Right. The brat had said something about Tinkerbell or whatever and he had actually thought it was a good idea, though he was starting to have his doubts. Speaking of the brat...

At the muttered curse, the puppet tilted his head. At what he guessed was the reason for said curse, the faux-human snorted. It wouldn't be wise to let his partner go down two flights of stairs while still probably dizzy, and then there were the possible side-effects and whatnot that could kick in at whatever time. Tch, he was getting nowhere in his organizing, anyway... He stood, pausing, before grinning eerily and looking back over at the blond. "What if someone else poisons you? It would be easier to have the information beforehand, idiot." Especially if it was something particularly deadly and-or nasty and left little time to screw around.

Waving a dismissive hand in the air, he headed for the door. "I'll be back in a minute. Don't leave the room." Without waiting for a reply, a question, or anything on the sculptor's part, the red-head left the room on his way back to the basement. Bah... Hopefully that rat hadn't decided to take revenge or something.

Maybe it would be better to put the hair ribbon over his eyes again. The room was speeding up in it’s spinning motion. Perhaps the only reason that it had slowed down was because he’d had his eyes covered for a little bit. Ah, whatever. It was spinning faster now and that’s it. He reached over and grabbed the hair silky red hair ribbon, pulling it out and placed it over his eyes, tying it in a neat bow at the back. If he was going to keep this up he might as well make it look presentable right? Even if he did look rather stupid with it.
Maybe it would be a good idea to start his antibiotics after whatever side effects that were planning on occurring had gone away.
That reminded him…it was shopping day today. There was no way he was going to leave the house if he was in this condition. What if he just fainted in the middle of the street or something? Maybe the blond should make a little shopping list and give it to Sasori. He really needed good cereal and unfortunately he’d forgotten to buy some at the village.
Oh yeah…that was quite a good point. If someone other than the red head did end up poisoning him, he wouldn’t know what the dosage would be again. It couldn’t be too unpleasant. He’d probably just end up taking a few measurements of the sculptor every now and again. ‘Okay then.’
Wait, what? ‘Where’re you?…’ he began, before it clicked. Ohhh, he was going to go get the plushie, wasn’t he? Well…that was it sounded like. ‘I won’t, don’t worry, un.’ That had been a pretty stupid thing to request. It wasn’t as if he could move around freely at that moment in time, was it?

Though he'd been out of the room and earshot before the blond began to ask the question and confirmed that he wouldn't leave the room, he had heard the 'okay'. Good! So once he came back with that damnable little toy, he'd be able to 'play' doctor again! ... Just to be a little mean, he was going to make sure to include the more unpleasant little procedures during the whole thing...

The fact that it was shopping day had totally slipped Sasori's mind, even though he had a few items of his own he wanted to pick up. Umbrellas, and the sequel to The Ring. Maybe that Grudge movie, too... From the previews, some of those inky black things resembled Kakuzu's veiny tentacle... Things. The red-head grinned evilly to himself as he started down the first flight of stairs. The perfect movie - though he doubted Kakuzu was any sort of prankster... Oh well.

Once downstairs, another inevitable meeting with everyone's oh-so favourite Jashinist occurred. Joy.

"That fast, huh? Holy shit," came the immortal's unmistakeable voice from over by the kitchen door way. The puppeteer gave him a bit of a warning look, raising his hand and wriggling a few fingers almost threateningly before turning off and heading down the basement steps.

Ah, the look of distaste he earned from the bastard before he had taken his eyes from Hidan had been nearly priceless... Yes, he so wanted to exact his revenge on the earlier episode and the more recent comment, but... Pah. He'd do it once he rescued Deidara's plushie from the rats.

Though of course he'd then risk getting it bloodstained... But it would be well worth it! And he'd put it somewhere safe beforehand, anyway!

So Deidara just sat there patiently waiting for Sasori to return with what he hope, his beloved bird plushie. Even though he was beginning to need the toilet. Surely, he wasn’t going to be that long with retrieving it. I wasn’t like the basement was messy or anything. It would only take going downstairs, grabbing the toy and then going back upstairs. It couldn’t take more than two minutes.
Still, he sat there…on his hands. It wasn’t as if he could cause any more damage to them, was it? Urgh, what if they turned black or something? That couldn’t be good…at all. He’d lose his only weapons…All the red head’s fault. Although, the sculptor couldn’t really find it in him to blame his partner. He had been the one to empty the needle onto his own hands. He could’ve just thrown it across the room without worrying about the mess that the poison would have had. But of course, he had been very tired.
In an attempt to try and try and prevent wetting himself, he crossed his legs tightly. ‘Hurry up,’ he growled, dragging out the second word.
It also seemed that the side effects of the antidote were beginning to take place. His head was suddenly beginning to throb an awful lot. Urgh, this was gunna be one hell of a headache. He could just tell. Hm…maybe painkillers could get rid of the headache…but maybe not that weird feeling running through his veins. What was that? The blond sat still for a moment waiting. Urrrgh, that burning thing…that’s what it was. The side effect that had sounded the most unpleasant had just decided to occur. Lovely.
Although, he was actually more worried about wetting the bed than setting on fire like that awful burning feeling was suggesting. Aright…screw it. If the puppet hadn’t returned in the next three minutes, Deidara was going to the bathroom…even if it meant falling over a couple of times on the way.

There. Sasori entered the basement at a leisurely pace, switching on the light and peering around. Where was it--- oh, there! The puppeteer stepped over to the fallen plush, stooping down and plucking it off the floor while simultaneously eyeing one of the many rats in the basement. Ah... That was an idea...

Grinning as evilly as ever, the red-head caught the rat with a few chakra strings and held it still while he picked it up, too, before heading out of the basement. Of course, he was careful to close the door to avoid any more rats coming up. Anyway. He quickly headed back up the basement steps, stopping at the top and peering about for a place to put the plushie so it would be out of harms way. Hmm... He strode over to the bookshelf, pushing several books back and shoving the toy in the resulting space - thankfully large enough for it to fit without a problem. Well, that problem was solved. Now, the immortal, annoying-as-hell problem.

He had such a nice way to shut him up for a while in mind, too!

The puppeteer went over to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway and grinning in a positively evil fashion when he noticed Hidan was still inside - it looked like he was too busy checking the fridge to notice him. Zetsu was still there, too, but the plantman was busy... Still talking to himself. He rose his rat-free hand, reaching out for the Jashinist with a few chakra strings that, out of nowhere, grabbed control of him. Well, 'out of nowhere' in the immortal's opinion.

"HEY! You fucking dumbass wooden dildo! Let me go!" Sure, he couldn't turn around to check, but who the hell else just randomly took control of him out of the blue?!

Grinning in an outright creepy fashion, the red-head wandered over to one of the drawers - one of the ones by the one containing the cutlery - and paused. Okay, it would be gross, but he'd wash after... It would be worth it to shut the bastard fanatic up for a while! Sticking the rat's tail in his mouth - cringing, though his couldn't feel or taste it - the puppet used his over now-free hand to open and scrounge around the drawer for... Ah. Tape! Perfect! It was duct tape, too!

He stepped over to the Jashinist, tape in hand, before making him turn around.

... Needless to say he was disgusted by what he saw. "Dude, seriously, that's fucking gross..."

Glare. The puppeteer handed the tape to the annoying immortal, then the rat - and then... Even Zetsu started paying attention.

Much to the rat's displeasure, as well as the immortal's, Hidan was forced to shove the rat - thankfully it was a small one - into his mouth and immediately tape it shut afterwards.

Though it was obvious he was trying to curse up a storm or even violently vomit during the process.

The puppeteer then took the tape from the religious fanatic and started binding his wrists together - then his arms to his body. And then he forcefully sat the idiot down at the kitchen table, duct-taping him to the chair. And then he released control, smirking triumphantly down at the furious evil preist. "Learn to shut up once in a while, idiot." Okay, so it hadn't been as bloody as he would've liked... But... It was satisfying, at least. AND it would be embarassing come breakfast time!

Watching the faux-human leave the kitchen, Zetsu rose a brow. "I think someone's 'lost it'. If he had it to begin with.. True."

Step. Step. Pause…Step. Step. Pause. Step. Step. Reach. No…he was still a fair way away from the door. Okay…step. Step. Pause. Step. Step. SLAM. ‘Owwww….’ The blond grumbled, rubbing his already throbbing forehead. He really wasn’t looking forward to having to sit through all this pain that that stupid antidote had brought about. Although…it was going to get him all better…so he might as well deal with it.
He lifted the ribbon over his eyes slightly and made a note of where the door was. As he moved towards it he moved the ribbon back over his eyes. The dizziness was beginning to fade slightly, which was good, but seeing everything spinning wasn’t really helping his headache.
He pulled the door open and exited the room, keeping his back to the wall, lifting the ribbon up every now and again to check that he wasn’t going to slide into anything sharp or pointy that would hurt if he struck. After the second time he lifted the ribbon up he groaned as he saw, what he assumed was the younger Uchiha.
The raven approached, a somewhat amused look upon his face at the odd scene before him. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ he asked, placing his hand against the wall in front of Deidara to stop him from moving any further forward.
Deidara frowned at the younger, folding his arms at his rudeness. ‘I’m going to the toilet, un,’ he replied, shortly, trying to push past.
Itachi’s purple nailed fingers began peeling at the sculptor’s ribbon…mask…thing. ‘What’s with this then?’
‘The room’s spinning and I’ve got a headache,’ he replied, slapping the other’s hand away. ‘Excuse me.’ He moved the younger’s hand out of the way and carried on his merry way to the bathroom.
‘…The bathroom’s the other way, Deidara.’
‘….Shut up.’

Now, where did he put that stupid plushie? Oh, right... The bookshelf. The red-head went over to it, pulling the toy out and almost causing several books to come along with it. Thankfully he had two hands. So to stop such a disaster from happening, he kept the books in place with his other - but, anyway...

Plush in one hand, nothing in the other, Sasori started over to the second flight of stairs. He was actually in a good mood, now... Heh... The first person to untape that idiot's mouth would get a hell of a surprise... too bad he couldn't find a small cat, though. It would've fit with that one saying.

As leisurely as ever, not really caring if he was making his partner wait or whatever - he hadn't specified where or why he was leaving the room, anyway, had he? For all Deidara knew, he could've been off just... Doing something other than getting the damn plush. Why had he gone and gotten it, anyway? Hadn't he said a little while ago that he wasn't nice? ... Whatever. This wasn't niceness. Just something to keep the brat from whining or something. Yes, that was it.

He paused at the top of the stairs, he peered down one side of the hallway, brow raised when he noticed Deidara out of the room, damnit, and that bratty - in a bad way - Uchiha. Right, he'd just tell the blond off when he got back to the room... If he made it back in one piece. That in mind, the puppet made his way to their shared room, slipping inside quickly and simply tossing the dumb plush onto his partner's bed. Now, what...? Ah! The chart... Right.

The walking was going pretty well. Deidara hadn’t noticed Sasori coming upstairs or anything. Itachi had been blocking the way and also his view. As far as he was concerned the puppeteer was still downstairs retrieving the plushie…and taking a very long time in doing so.
Hm…hopefully by the time he returned from the bathroom the room would still be empty, meaning he hadn’t been missed and he wouldn’t end up getting told off for leaving the room after being told not to.
And thankfully the bathroom was empty. He entered and slowly closed the door behind him.
To avoid treading or tripping over anything the blond had to pull the ribbon down so they weren’t covering his eyes. Even though the room was still spinning there was more of a chance of him seeing anything decorating the floor without the damn thing blocking his vision. After thinking about it for a second maybe he should’ve asked Itachi to escort him. That weasel owed him a lot. Even if the information he had leaked to the red head probably did draw them closer together. Or was that just because of his previous actions towards his partner? Bleh, whatever it had been to make him say what he had said the night before, he’s still use it as an excuse to get things from Itachi.
Although…the Uchiha didn’t exactly respect him enough to do that.
Stupid little…
Once the sculptor had finally finished he made his way back out of the bathroom on his treacherous journey back to his and the puppeteer’s shared bedroom. How fun. Again, he stuck to the wall as if the floor had fallen away completely leaving a few centimetres to walk on. Well, it helped anyway. Once back in the room he pulled the ribbon down again. Ah, crap…he was back. ‘Sorry, un!’ he mumbled. ‘I had to go to the bathroom and I couldn’t wait for you to come back.’

In the time his partner was absent from the room, Sasori had busied himself with that damnable chart, taking the appropriate marker off the wall and pausing in thought. Right, so... Had Deidara been more good, or bad? Naughty or nice? Well, that little episode last night was a big negative. He mark it accordingly. Then, there was last night through to this morning. Up. And his absence when he told the brat not to leave. Down. He couldn't be bothered to think of anything else - he'd leave it at that.

So, he placed the marker back on the wall and simply stared at it for a moment. Heh. His 'score' was... Well, at least to him, highly amusing. Ups and downs. Drastic ones. But what did he care? The chart was stupid... Then why did he decide to update his part of it?...Meh. To keep the blond from whining about it. Yeah, that's why...

Speaking of said bratty blond... The puppeteer shifted his gaze over to the door as the sculptor entered, waiting silently for an explanation. Eh. The bathroom?

Okay, it was a legit reason to leave the room - at least, that's what his little human inner-voice pointed out. Though he still wanted to be mad at his partner, for whatever reason, and found himself glaring slightly at him, anyway. Though he didn't say anything. Everything that came to mind would make it sound like he cared about the blond's well-being. Admittedly he sort of did, and to some, tiny, tiny extent it could been seen that he... Well, did, but... Whatever.

... Indeed. "Whatever." He turned his attention back to the stupid chart briefly, taking the marker back off the wall to make a small mark upwards to combat the previous one. Before, of course, putting the marker back in it's place and heading over to his bed. He paused there, pondering something for a moment before shrugging slightly and sitting cross-legged on the pointless piece of furniture. Hm... So, other than pretending not to take care of the blond, what else was there to do? He wasn't going to get any work done on the Ring girl
puppet considering he didn't want the brat to know about his plans, and he'd sort of lost interest in the fairy puppet thing... Hm...

Deidara watched as his partner made a mark on the chart and put the marker back in its original place. Oh…so he’d been updating the chart. He’d kinda forgotten about that, what with everything going on. He noted that he the mark had been a lot further down than before. What had he done to deserve that? If he hadn’t a headache, he’d ask. He wasn’t really in the mood for another argument.
He frowned slightly at the half arsed reply. What had happened to him being all nice and junk? Bleh, whatever him too. The puppet must be schizophrenic or something, changing moods all the time. That, or he was having a pretty big mood swing…highly unlikely. Although the blond didn’t know his actual age he assumed he was much older than himself. Not as old as he was. Probably early thirties. Definitely too old to be having mood swings like that.
Then came his turn to update the chart. He’d probably forget if he didn’t do it now. Shakily, he took the red pen off the wall and stood in front of the chart, thinking. Trying to poison him…down…letting him sleep on his lap…up…not making him walk upstairs…up…giving him the antidote…up…Hmm…at that point the sculptor wasn’t exactly sure if the puppeteer had brought up his beloved plushie. He’d leave it then and update later on.
After placing the pen back on the wall he moved over to his bed. After pausing for a second he changed his plan and sat next to the red head. ‘I’m not as dizzy anymore, un!’ he giggled. ‘But I’ve got a headache and that weird burny feeling…’ Like he would care anyway…like before he needed to keep a conversation going.

The puppeteer watched the sculptor as he went to update his part of the damnable chart. Heh, down. That was predicta- ... Up. Three times? That must have been a record or something. Why up three times? ... Why'd his 'score' or whatever it was go up at all? From last night or... Whatever? Eh. He didn't bother to ask, since it would probably be some stupid reason or other that he'd protest about and... So on.

Right, where... Oh, for fuck sake. He left his book downstairs, too, and hadn't bothered to pick it up when he went down for that stupid plush toy... And to think, Deidara was the natural blond! Not him! Sasori rolled his eyes, inwardly sighing in annoyance. This meant if he wanted the book, he'd have to go back down... Sure... He couldn't feel exhaustion, but it was agitating nonetheless. Though he'd be able to tease the Jashinist more. Maybe watch as whatever unlucky fool untape his mouth and got a nice, furry, possibly wet and drowned surprise...

He blinked slowly when the blond sat next to him, peering over halfy curiously at his partner. Not as dizzy anymore...? Well... That was good. He wasn't going to say so, though. Even if that little part of him was urging him to... Haha, no. "Hn. Painkillers will take care of the headache, and they shouldn't react with anything else." They only numbed the nerves a bit, afterall; they didn't do or need much else... "But you'll have to deal with the burning, Deidara." He didn't have a cure for every-friggin'-thing. It was a miracle he had cures in the first place. Or, at least, readily-made ones. "I trust you know where the painkillers are, brat?" He tilted his head and smirked just slightly, almost challengingly, after saying the 'b'-word for probably the millionth time after he'd decided his partner was one.

Ah, good. So Deidara didn’t have to suffer with the headache as well! Just that annoying burning feeling. Urgh, it’d got all the way through him now. What was the antidote doing? Neutralising his blood or something? Plus, he had an excuse to use those painkillers. Maybe if he took three he’d be able to see those pretty colours more vividly. That had been so cool…
ANYWAY.
Where were the painkillers. Uhm…he remembered it had a coloured lid, but after that it was a little hazy. He also remembered there were two or three other little medicine bottle thingies in there with the same coloured lid. The idiot proof lid at that. So…in theory, he didn’t know where the painkillers were. ‘No. I know that they’re in the cupboard though!’ With that, the blond moved over to said cupboard and opened it. That narrowed it down to…what…a lot of jars. It was too dark to make out the colour of the lids or anything. Light! He quickly walked over to the wall and switched the light on. Ah, much better. Right, going back to the cupboard. Yellow lids, red lids, white lids…aha! Green lids. Three…hmm…Scooping all three up he made his way back over to his partner’s bed, placing them on the duvet. ‘Is it this one?’ he asked, holding up the only on of the three without a warning label on it.
Well…that was a little bit of a giveaway wasn’t it?
If that one did contain the painkillers he’d have t ask the red head to open it for him. If those lids were living they’d be the sculptor’s worst enemies. Or something like that. He disliked them. Mainly because he ended up getting very frustrated after about five minutes of twisting and turning but no opening. Who even invented those damned things? And why?

He didn't know where they were... But he knew they were in the cupboard? Where the hell else would they be? Up Hidan's... Yeah... Let's go not there... He watched Deidara go over to the aforementioned cupboard before opening it, biting his lip almost worriedly. Blond, plus enclosed space full of fragile bottles - not a very good combination... Oh, hell no.

Though he didn't say anything. If the idiot broke something, it would give him a legit reason to tell him off or hit him or something. Not that he actually wanted to. Quite the opposite. But that stupid chart... He was secretly determined to keep it from going too far up on his part. Eh? Sasori blinked slowly when he noticed the light had been turned on, before watching his partner head back over to the cupboard to look through it. Which, in turn, made him feel somewhat... Nervous, again, for his pretty poisons. And antidotes.

Fortunately, he didn't hear any horrible crashes or anything... He watched the sculptor bring three green-lidded bottles over to the bed he was on and place them down on it, frowning slightly when he held one of the bottles up. "Actually," he started, picking up one of the other bottles. "This is it. That's wisteria extract, I think. The painkillers are actually a type of poison that effects only the nervous system..." Grin. Evil grin. "Though in small dosages it's harmless." In all truth, the blond actually was holding the real bottle of painkillers. Though the stuff the puppet held would work faster, well... Yeah, he had already said they were a type of poison, hadn't he?

That one was it? The one with the scary label on it? What was that? Irritant. Ew, no. Deidara was already as irritated as he could be with that annoying burning feeling running through his veins. And that grin that followed the little piece of “trivia” didn’t make Sasori seem all too trustworthy. But still…Hm…just to be on the safe side he clutched the bottle he was holding a little tighter. ‘I’d prefer to have these ones, un,’ he stated, pulling it to his chest slightly. ‘Coz they worked before and I feel more comfortable to use them again.’
Yeah…that sounded believable. It also didn’t sound too much like he was scared shitless of whatever was inside the bottle the red head was holding. What if it was some sort of scary poison that blocked out pain completely. He’d never be able to feel it ever again! …Although there was the upside of not feeling any pain. But there was a downside too. No pain receptors meant no reflex actions to get away from the source of pain and danger to the body.
The blond started pressing and turning the lid in hopes of it magically opening. But to no prevail. Those lids obviously hated him with a burning passion or something. He held it out again in front of the puppet. ‘Can you open it for me, please, Danna?’ he asked quietly.
Oh! Right! Antibiotics. He’d forgotten about them…hmm…maybe it’d be a good to ask him if he could take them even with the antidote swimming about his bloodstream. If he put those things off for any longer his arm would never get better. ‘Do you think I can take my antibiotics, un?’