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Apparently the brat didn't believe him. Eh, not like it mattered - he wasn't the one in pain or anything. He inwardly chuckled when Deidara clutched the bottle a little tighter before pulling it to his chest a little. If he had feelings, he'd think it was cute! ... The human-side pretty much mentally kicked him right then, pointing out that he did have feelings and... Yeah...

Anyway. "Fine." He gave the bottle he held a little shake, producing a soft rattling sound of many, many pills. "These are smaller, but if you insist." Smaller, if only because they were more concentrated.

Pills usually weren't his forte. The bottle his partner was holding... They were actually bought from some old merchant, just put into one of his bottles. The ones he was holding were an experiment that actually turned out right. The other bottle was a 'surprise' bottle; filled with multitudes of different pills that numbed certain parts of the body. Hell if he knew which was which at a glance, though. But, moving along...

Sasori watched the blond try to open the child - and fool - proof bottle with little success before it was held out to him. Ha! Well, since he asked so nicely... With an almost uncaring shrug, he took the bottle from the sculptor and, after lining the lid up, pressed down and turned it. A nice, satisfying pop later, and the cap was off. He shook two of the pills out into his palm and held them out to the blond.

... And then tilted his head. Antibiotics...? Oh! Hm... "Maybe," he started slowly, rather unsure. "It... Depends." Certain things reacted with certain things. Some things didn't react with others at all. If that made sense... It did to the puppet. "What are the antibiotics called? What's in them? I might need a sample so I can see if it'd be safe." All he'd need to do, really, was drop a little of the antidote onto one of the pills. Or, into a small sample of the liquid if it wasn't a type of pill. Then everything depended on the reaction that earned.

Smaller. Bigger. Who cares? As long as they did the job of painkillers and did the job. Even though smaller could be easier to swallow, the larger ones were the ones Deidara was more comfortable with. Therefore, he’d take those.
Once he’d got the bottle open and taken a couple out.
And it looked like Sasori was going to take up the request and open it for him. How kind. And he made it look so easy. Maybe those sort of things could only be achieved by certain people. Like it was based on genes or something; for example, rolling your tongue.
Once two pills were out the blond took them from his partner, thanking him as he went. He’d have to make another trek to the bathroom to get some water…unless there was some kicking around in his bedside cabinet or in one of his bags. Sure, drinking old water wasn’t exactly healthy, but he only needed two sips to swallow the pills, right?
Maybe…oh of course! The puppet didn’t have a clue what antibiotics he’d been given. Actually…the sculptor couldn’t exactly recall the names either. All he knew was that he’d been given two or three boxes of…stuff. Or was it liquid medicine. Bleh. ‘I dunno, un,’ he mumbled. ‘I never looked in the bag.’ Seeing that as a sign to go retrieve said antibiotics, he stood up, minding that his hand mouth didn’t devour the tablets.
He placed them on the cabinet, rooting around for the bag of medicine he had been given the night before on the trip to the hospital. ‘Here they are, un!’ he grinned, picking the bag up and going back over to Sasori’s bed, sitting next to him and emptying the contents onto his lap. Ah…three boxes and all of which were tablets by the looks of it.

Once the blond had taken the pills from him, the red-head simply nodded and re-capped the bottle before picking the other two jars up. Bah, he was going to have to put these back before they got broken or something... He blinked slowly when the blond said he didn't know the names of the antibiotics he was supposed to be taking. Well, that was... Dumb. Never looked in the bag...? Yeah, he wasn't going to comment... It would be a rather insulting comment if he bothered to say something...

Sasori stood up about the same time Deidara did, heading over to his little cupboard-closet. He held all three of the bottles with one arm, leaving the other free to open the door - which, of course, it did. Crouching, he placed them safely down where they originally were - or so he thought - before standing, closing the door, and turning to watch the sculptor. Oh? He was getting the medicine he was given. Heh, good...

He wandered back over to his bed and sat back down, waiting - he tilted his head to the side at the exclamation, rolling his eyes. "I hope so." Since if they weren't there, where would they be? ... Somewhere else, of course, but... Anyway!

Peering over at the blond when he sat back down, the red-head watched as the three boxes of what appeared to be tablets, tablets, and more tablets were emptied into his partner's lap. Eh. That made things a little easier. He reached over and took one of the boxes, bringing it up to his face in order to read what was on it. Well, according to what was on this one, at least these pills wouldn't interact dangerously with anything currently swimming around the blond's bloodstream. That he knew of. Or... At least not with the antidote. "This one should be fine," he mused, glancing over to the other two boxes. "What were the instructions on taking them? Until you're healed, or until they're all gone?" If it was the latter, then he'd have to take a tiny fction of one pill per each box. Which could get annoying, really...

Deidara watched as Sasori picked one of the boxes up and examined it. It had long name…that ended in cillin….hm…one of the other boxes had that name on it too. Was that common in medicine? Of course, he didn’t know. He hadn’t been given prescription medicine in a long time. And he didn’t have a clue what was in these little capsules. All the ingredients on those sort of things’re normally crazy thirty-six-lettered words that only scientists would understand…and probably the puppeteer.
Well one out of three was okay. No doubt the blond would have to take all three for a good effect to arise. Otherwise, why the hell had he been given three different boxes of antibiotics in the first place? ‘Okay,’ he smiled, taking the box and putting it to the side. That was officially his “Things that won’t kill you” pile.
He picked up the bag and tipped it upside down, a piece of paper fluttering out. Aha! There were the dosage instructions. Lessee…He held up the box he had just put beside him. ‘This one has to be taken twice a day.’ He then matched the name of the second box. ‘This one four times a day.’ And finally, the last one. ‘…Once a day for this one.’
He handed the paper to the red head. ‘All of them need to be taken until they’re all gone, un.’ Seemed simple enough. It’d be harder to know if he was healed or not. Sure, things could look good on the outside, but on the inside it could be a completely different story. Then again…Sasori could be a good judge of that. Or so he assumed. Being good with poisons and medicines automatically made him a doctor in the sculptor’s mind…even though he hadn’t done a very good job of relocating his arm a couple of days beforehand.

Blinking slowly when the one box was taken from him, Sasori frowned. He had said should be... Oh, whatever. He'd still check it, anyway; it was only over there...

Geez. It had been a rather long time since he'd messed with medicine other than painkillers. And the painkillers only seemed to come into play recently, for the most part. Though he did remember how to check things, of course, he wasn't exactly sure what kind of reactions were good or not. Now... If the antidote dissolved the pill or set it on fire... Ah, right. Any sort of reaction like that was bad. No reaction would be good. There, that was it!. Wouldn't do to accidentally set Deidara on fire from the inside or something...

His attention was pulled from his thoughts as the blond found the dosage instructions and began to read them. Tch, in total, that made seven pills per day day! He took the paper and read it over to make sure. Oh, well. The brat was taking these things, not him, so aside from the antidote thing, they were his problem. "All right..." Crap. It was the latter. He handed the instructions back to his partner, getting up from the bed and heading to the sculptor's bedside table to retrieve the antidote before making his way over to his cupboard. Hey, he'd need a dropper, wouldn't he? Or another needle. Whichever he could find first...

"I'll need one pill from all three," he pointed out, opening the closet and crouching. Needles, needles... Oh. Look. He actually had a dropper! He plucked it from the ground, inspecting it for a moment. Yeah, clean, too. Good. "It wouldn't hurt to be safe about the one that shouldn't do anything, right?" Standing, he closed the closet and went back over to his bed - and the blond -, placing both items on the floor near-by before holding his hands out for the boxes. "Even professional medics make mistakes." ... And he wasn't a professional medic.

The fact the Deidara was going to have to take seven pills a day thanks to the little poisoning thing that had happened the night before. As long as they made him better that was all he cared about…and the chance that they might not react well with the antidote swimming around his bloodstream.
He took the paper and held it, reading over it again, only then did he count. Seven? Wow…scary. They better work if he was going to be all drugged up like that.
Wait…where’d Sasori go? The blond looked over at the cupboard. Ah…there he was. He’d been too fixated in the little piece of paper that carried the information on the dosages that he’d never noticed him getting up. ‘Okay!’ With that he picked up one of the boxes, opening it and taking out a strip of tablets, pushing one out through the foil and putting it to the side, then repeating the process another two times and…ah great…he’d mixed them up.
He picked up all three looking at the names. Urgh…dizziness…it hadn’t gone away completely and reading such tiny writing and long words didn’t help. At all. ‘Danna?’ he called over to the red head. ‘Which was the okay one again, un?’
It really would’ve helped if he had looked at the name or the pretty patterns on the box beforehand…but it was too late now, right?
He looked over at his partner. Hm…that was a good point. If the tablets that were meant to be safe bubbled into weird goo or something once entering his body it wouldn’t be too pretty. And that meant it didn’t really matter that he’d forgotten which one it had been. ‘Right!’ he agreed.
Even professionals made mistakes? Well that was…encouraging. That was beginning to make the sculptor’s mind wander onto some rather unpleasant thoughts. Namely being given the wrong antibiotics. Bleh, whatever. He handed them to the red head and nodded a little. ‘Un…’

Sasori waited until the three pills were in his hand before he decided to reply at all. "To be safe, I'm going to say none of them are... Safe." Which pretty much meant 'ignore what I said before', really. He peered at the tablets for a moment, thankings the gods above that they didn't look the same - it would have been tricky matching each one back up with the original package. Which would be necessary if one of them had an adverse reaction. Right, so. Getting the process underway...

He sat next to the antidote bottle and the dropper, balancing two of the pills on a knee. The third pill, he broke in half, putting half of it with the other pills, the other half on the floor. After which, he uncapped the antidote bottle, used the dropped to collect some of the liquid within, and simply held the tool over the half-pill, squeeing a droplet out onto it and... Simply waited. Ten seconds later, he shrugged. "This one's fine."

The process was repeated for the other two pills - the second was fine, as well. The third, however... As soon as the antidote hit the pill, it started to fizz up and audibly crackle. Well... That certainly wouldn't be a nice reaction to have going on throughout Deidara's bloodstream... Though it would be interesting to watch - if it were someone else, at any rate. "Unless you want to go the way of your 'art' abominations, you won't want to take this one until the burning sensation goes away." Which would effectively mean the antidote was all used up, neutralized, or had been expelled from the body. Which, in turn, would mean... The obvious. "Probably just a few hours." Maybe around noon, at the latest...

Sounded logical. At least Sasori would be sure which ones were safe or not if he checked all of them.
Deidara watched as all three…well…two and a half tablets were put on the puppet’s wooden knee. This was so exciting. It was almost like a chemistry lesson…minus the safety goggles. But he wasn’t worried about that. He was more worried about the fact that due to a reaction one of the pills would set on fire or something. Not good if you were constructed of mainly wood like Sasori was. He was going to offer going to get a pillow or something flat to rest on which would cause less damage.
Too late now though. He’d already put a bit of the antidote on the first tablet. No reaction. Good! That one was safe. Matching the box he put that to the side, soon followed by the second box filled with safe tablets. But the third almost made him jump.
He pouted. ‘My sculptures aren’t “abominations,” un,’ he muttered, taking the three boxes and going over to his bed, placing the two good ones on his bedside cabinet, the…scary one in the top drawer. The blond was about to ask when that would finish when his question was answered. ‘Okay, un,’ he grinned, taking out all the needed pills and swallowing them down with some more of that bad tasting water. Luckily the burning wasn’t going to stay around for a day or so. Now, that would get annoying.
The sculptor then moved back over to the puppeteer’s bed, sitting down again. Hm…now what? He could go for breakfast, but that would risk falling down the stairs or something due to the dizziness.

The puppeteer snorted at the protest to his abomination comment, watching Deidara take the safe pills before turning back to the little set-up he had on the floor. Pushing the leftover antidote in the dropper out back into the bottle, then recapping said bottle, he stood - both items in hand - and headed back over to his little closet, which he opened, as usual. He placed the antidote back on it's proper shelf, then pondered what to do with the dropper. It would need to be washed... Eh.

"I guess I'll have to agree," Sasori mumbled, peering back at the mess on the floor, where the tablets had been doused with antidote. He'd need to clean that up, too. "Your sculptures aren't abominations. What tends to happen to them, however..." He let the sentence drift, once more closing the door to the closet and wandering over to his little experiment site and crouching. He plucked the two non-reactive pills from the floor, noting briefly that he had forgotten to halve two out of three... Oh well. One pill per package wasn't going to make much of a difference, right? Now, the reactive pill was going to need a paper towel or tissue to something. He'd pick one up before he left the bathroom after washing the dropper.

Two pills halves and said dropper in hand, the puppet headed over to the room's door, stopping before it and peering back over at his partner. Hmph. Now, how to word this to make it sound like he didn't actually care... Ah. "Hm... Since the antidote is still in effect, and I don't need to hear your whining about this-or-that or whatever later on, if you need anything, now's the time to say so."

Wait what? Sasori was…agreeing with him about art…that was definitely a first. The majority of their arguments revolved around their contrasting views on art. Could it be that they were finally over? Hm…the way the word “sculpture” was said didn’t sound good. Deidara’s eyes narrowed. How dare he? The explosions he created were the most beautiful things imaginable. Why couldn’t the puppeteer see that? That was one thing he’d always wondered. Then again…his own mind was as closed as his partner’s when it came to art, right?
He watched as the red head began to clear everything up from the little chemistry lesson and safe pill test…thing. Looked like he was going out of the room. He pouted slightly. He didn’t want him to go. How weird…it was as if he was getting more and more dependant on him. Hm…maybe that was because of past events and stuff. Getting attached and whatnot sounded pretty normal. Normal in a sense that it always happened in sappy love movies. But this was different. Sasori didn’t like him like that. Well…not as much. Although…he claimed he wanted to feel the same way. Maybe he already did but didn’t want to tell him because of pride or something.
He’d make a point to have another one of those talks again. And this time if the red head moved to the cupboard and got some scary jar out or something, he’d run away. And probably try again later. Then again…it seemed he had the upper hand. All the blond would have to do would be to bring up the comment on how he wanted to feel the same way and then get ready to run away.
Oh…so now he wanted to hear whining. ‘Well,’ the sculptor began. ‘It’s really really really really
Really REALLY annoying and I want it to stop right now. Make it stop, Danna. For me…pleaaase, un.’ Yeah…he wasn’t really taking this opportunity seriously. It was just an excuse to bug Sasori.

... Sasori gave his partner the flatest, most unamused stare he could muster at the little... Request. He had meant food or something non-puppety organisms needed, hadn't that been obvious? "The only way I can make it stop, brat, is if I knocked you unconscious or killed you." And he wasn't going to be doing either, for obvious reasons. The first could easily lead to the latter, besides that. The only reason that those were the only two choices was pretty much because... Well... Well, he could always do the 'safe test' with some of the numbing-but-not-fatal poisons he had kicking around to see if he could use one... Though he doubted Deidara was going to agree to be poisoned willingly.

Tch. Screw 'im. The puppeteer opened the door and left the room, pushing it shut - well, not quite, though he didn't notice that it didn't shut all the way, nor did he really care - before making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. Which, several steps into his little venture, he noticed was closed. Eugh, he hated waiting... So. Damn. Much.

Though wait he did, just outside the door, off to one side, for what he guessed was a full four minutes. Then the door opened - and out stepped... Kakuzu. The ragdoll-esque banker didn't seem to notice him and just went on his way towards the stairs. Thankfully. He was supposed to pay him the money he owed for that little Hidan-borrowing moment, yesterday, and currently he didn't have any money on him. If he remembered correctly, it was all in Hiruko's pockets. One of them...

He entered the bathroom and, after tossing the pills into the garbage bin, went straight for the sink, turning on the hot water and starting the easy task of washing out the dropper.

Well…being knocked out or killed wasn’t really a good option. And he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep through it…if anything he wouldn’t be able to get to sleep in the first place because of that annoying burning feeling.
It was only when the puppeteer left the room that he began to suddenly feel hungry. Well…that was just brilliant. Hm…maybe it would’ve been wiser to, instead of messing around and telling his partner to help get rid of the burning feeling even though he already knew that was going to be quite hard he should’ve asked for breakfast or something. Too late now. He’d ask when he’d get back.
Oh, yeah! Shopping day. There was no way in hell that the blond was going to be fit enough to go on the little outing. Might as well make a list or something to pass onto Sasori. He got up, making his way over to his bed, kneeling down and reaching out for his notebook. Thankfully there was still a pen in there from the last time he’d used it. He went back to the red head’s bed and sat down, flipping to a clean page and beginning to write a shopping list. Right…cereal…pain killers…hm…He looked up at the ceiling, the pen hanging out of his mouth in hopes that another thought would suddenly pop into his head. But the thoughts weren’t coming. Was it because of his dizziness? Wait…was that evil little antidote affecting his brain? Urrrgghhh, how annoying!
Fine. He’d leave it at that. Two things. Things that were pretty easy to find too. Unlike “a tin of soup with 75% fat free on the tin and the lid’s purple” or anything insane like that. He liked most cereal too.
Hm…ice cream would be good too. He’d add that to the list as well.

... There... That should do it. Maybe... He held the dropper up, directly infront of his face, inspecting it carefully. Yeah, looked clean enough... Shaking it gently several times to get some of the water off of it, he turned to leave, before remembering that the fizzy pill still had to be cleaned up... Damnit. He quickly snatched a handful of toilet paper from the roll before fleeing from the bathroom, cautiously making sure Kakuzu was nowhere near before heading directly back towards his and the brat's room.

Sasori entered, peering over at Deidara - who, he noticed, was still on his bed, though with a notebook and pen, writing something down - before actually closing the door this time. He headed over to his little closet, opening it just enough to throw the dropper in before stepping over to the little experiment site and crouching. The fizzy pill was easily cleaned up - or, picked up, anyway - using the wad of toilet paper, which he bunched up into a little ball afterwards before pausing and shoving it in one of his trouser's pockets to dispose of, later. Now, what was on the agenda for the day...?

And what the hell was the brat writing down? He stood, wandering over to his bed in order to peek - as well as inquire. He could read upside down lettering - 'cereal', 'pain killers', 'ice cream' - though he hadn't the faintest clue why the blond was making such a list. Then again, he also didn't know it was shopping day, so... Yeah. "What are you doing?" Of course, he asked it in his usual, monotone, 'I couldn't care less but humour me anyway' voice. As per usual... Though he actually was curious.

Come on…what’s needed…Deidara already bought most of what he needed at the village a couple of days before so he didn’t really need any more art supplies or anything right then. It was doubtful that the supermarket sold clay. He’d never thought to check before, but most probably the closest thing to clay in that shop would be playdough or plastecine. Nothing compared to natural clay from a riverbank. That was purer too, perfect for making bombs with. Even though playdough was good fun to mess around with…and coloured unlike clay. Even though that could easily be painted after it had dried.
As the door opened again, he looked up. Ah, Sasori had returned. Good, good. And he was brandishing…what looked like toilet paper. Why would…oh…cleaning up the rest of the little experiment.
The blond was vaguely aware of the fact that his list was being read. Actually…he was pretty much unaware of the red head looming over him. The words made him jump slightly. But he grinned. ‘I’m making a shopping list, un,’ he grinned. ‘Coz there’s no way I can go to the shops with you all, so I’ll give you this list and some money so you can buy the stuff for me, un.’
And if the puppet did decide to resign the little request he’d just have to go hunt down Tobi or something and threaten him to do it.

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Apparently the brat didn't believe him. Eh, not like it mattered - he wasn't the one in pain or anything. He inwardly chuckled when Deidara clutched the bottle a little tighter before pulling it to his chest a little. If he had feelings, he'd think it was cute! ... The human-side pretty much mentally kicked him right then, pointing out that he did have feelings and... Yeah...

Anyway. "Fine." He gave the bottle he held a little shake, producing a soft rattling sound of many, many pills. "These are smaller, but if you insist." Smaller, if only because they were more concentrated.

Pills usually weren't his forte. The bottle his partner was holding... They were actually bought from some old merchant, just put into one of his bottles. The ones he was holding were an experiment that actually turned out right. The other bottle was a 'surprise' bottle; filled with multitudes of different pills that numbed certain parts of the body. Hell if he knew which was which at a glance, though. But, moving along...

Sasori watched the blond try to open the child - and fool - proof bottle with little success before it was held out to him. Ha! Well, since he asked so nicely... With an almost uncaring shrug, he took the bottle from the sculptor and, after lining the lid up, pressed down and turned it. A nice, satisfying pop later, and the cap was off. He shook two of the pills out into his palm and held them out to the blond.

... And then tilted his head. Antibiotics...? Oh! Hm... "Maybe," he started slowly, rather unsure. "It... Depends." Certain things reacted with certain things. Some things didn't react with others at all. If that made sense... It did to the puppet. "What are the antibiotics called? What's in them? I might need a sample so I can see if it'd be safe." All he'd need to do, really, was drop a little of the antidote onto one of the pills. Or, into a small sample of the liquid if it wasn't a type of pill. Then everything depended on the reaction that earned.

Smaller. Bigger. Who cares? As long as they did the job of painkillers and did the job. Even though smaller could be easier to swallow, the larger ones were the ones Deidara was more comfortable with. Therefore, he’d take those.
Once he’d got the bottle open and taken a couple out.
And it looked like Sasori was going to take up the request and open it for him. How kind. And he made it look so easy. Maybe those sort of things could only be achieved by certain people. Like it was based on genes or something; for example, rolling your tongue.
Once two pills were out the blond took them from his partner, thanking him as he went. He’d have to make another trek to the bathroom to get some water…unless there was some kicking around in his bedside cabinet or in one of his bags. Sure, drinking old water wasn’t exactly healthy, but he only needed two sips to swallow the pills, right?
Maybe…oh of course! The puppet didn’t have a clue what antibiotics he’d been given. Actually…the sculptor couldn’t exactly recall the names either. All he knew was that he’d been given two or three boxes of…stuff. Or was it liquid medicine. Bleh. ‘I dunno, un,’ he mumbled. ‘I never looked in the bag.’ Seeing that as a sign to go retrieve said antibiotics, he stood up, minding that his hand mouth didn’t devour the tablets.
He placed them on the cabinet, rooting around for the bag of medicine he had been given the night before on the trip to the hospital. ‘Here they are, un!’ he grinned, picking the bag up and going back over to Sasori’s bed, sitting next to him and emptying the contents onto his lap. Ah…three boxes and all of which were tablets by the looks of it.

Once the blond had taken the pills from him, the red-head simply nodded and re-capped the bottle before picking the other two jars up. Bah, he was going to have to put these back before they got broken or something... He blinked slowly when the blond said he didn't know the names of the antibiotics he was supposed to be taking. Well, that was... Dumb. Never looked in the bag...? Yeah, he wasn't going to comment... It would be a rather insulting comment if he bothered to say something...

Sasori stood up about the same time Deidara did, heading over to his little cupboard-closet. He held all three of the bottles with one arm, leaving the other free to open the door - which, of course, it did. Crouching, he placed them safely down where they originally were - or so he thought - before standing, closing the door, and turning to watch the sculptor. Oh? He was getting the medicine he was given. Heh, good...

He wandered back over to his bed and sat back down, waiting - he tilted his head to the side at the exclamation, rolling his eyes. "I hope so." Since if they weren't there, where would they be? ... Somewhere else, of course, but... Anyway!

Peering over at the blond when he sat back down, the red-head watched as the three boxes of what appeared to be tablets, tablets, and more tablets were emptied into his partner's lap. Eh. That made things a little easier. He reached over and took one of the boxes, bringing it up to his face in order to read what was on it. Well, according to what was on this one, at least these pills wouldn't interact dangerously with anything currently swimming around the blond's bloodstream. That he knew of. Or... At least not with the antidote. "This one should be fine," he mused, glancing over to the other two boxes. "What were the instructions on taking them? Until you're healed, or until they're all gone?" If it was the latter, then he'd have to take a tiny fction of one pill per each box. Which could get annoying, really...

Deidara watched as Sasori picked one of the boxes up and examined it. It had long name…that ended in cillin….hm…one of the other boxes had that name on it too. Was that common in medicine? Of course, he didn’t know. He hadn’t been given prescription medicine in a long time. And he didn’t have a clue what was in these little capsules. All the ingredients on those sort of things’re normally crazy thirty-six-lettered words that only scientists would understand…and probably the puppeteer.
Well one out of three was okay. No doubt the blond would have to take all three for a good effect to arise. Otherwise, why the hell had he been given three different boxes of antibiotics in the first place? ‘Okay,’ he smiled, taking the box and putting it to the side. That was officially his “Things that won’t kill you” pile.
He picked up the bag and tipped it upside down, a piece of paper fluttering out. Aha! There were the dosage instructions. Lessee…He held up the box he had just put beside him. ‘This one has to be taken twice a day.’ He then matched the name of the second box. ‘This one four times a day.’ And finally, the last one. ‘…Once a day for this one.’
He handed the paper to the red head. ‘All of them need to be taken until they’re all gone, un.’ Seemed simple enough. It’d be harder to know if he was healed or not. Sure, things could look good on the outside, but on the inside it could be a completely different story. Then again…Sasori could be a good judge of that. Or so he assumed. Being good with poisons and medicines automatically made him a doctor in the sculptor’s mind…even though he hadn’t done a very good job of relocating his arm a couple of days beforehand.

Blinking slowly when the one box was taken from him, Sasori frowned. He had said should be... Oh, whatever. He'd still check it, anyway; it was only over there...

Geez. It had been a rather long time since he'd messed with medicine other than painkillers. And the painkillers only seemed to come into play recently, for the most part. Though he did remember how to check things, of course, he wasn't exactly sure what kind of reactions were good or not. Now... If the antidote dissolved the pill or set it on fire... Ah, right. Any sort of reaction like that was bad. No reaction would be good. There, that was it!. Wouldn't do to accidentally set Deidara on fire from the inside or something...

His attention was pulled from his thoughts as the blond found the dosage instructions and began to read them. Tch, in total, that made seven pills per day day! He took the paper and read it over to make sure. Oh, well. The brat was taking these things, not him, so aside from the antidote thing, they were his problem. "All right..." Crap. It was the latter. He handed the instructions back to his partner, getting up from the bed and heading to the sculptor's bedside table to retrieve the antidote before making his way over to his cupboard. Hey, he'd need a dropper, wouldn't he? Or another needle. Whichever he could find first...

"I'll need one pill from all three," he pointed out, opening the closet and crouching. Needles, needles... Oh. Look. He actually had a dropper! He plucked it from the ground, inspecting it for a moment. Yeah, clean, too. Good. "It wouldn't hurt to be safe about the one that shouldn't do anything, right?" Standing, he closed the closet and went back over to his bed - and the blond -, placing both items on the floor near-by before holding his hands out for the boxes. "Even professional medics make mistakes." ... And he wasn't a professional medic.

The fact the Deidara was going to have to take seven pills a day thanks to the little poisoning thing that had happened the night before. As long as they made him better that was all he cared about…and the chance that they might not react well with the antidote swimming around his bloodstream.
He took the paper and held it, reading over it again, only then did he count. Seven? Wow…scary. They better work if he was going to be all drugged up like that.
Wait…where’d Sasori go? The blond looked over at the cupboard. Ah…there he was. He’d been too fixated in the little piece of paper that carried the information on the dosages that he’d never noticed him getting up. ‘Okay!’ With that he picked up one of the boxes, opening it and taking out a strip of tablets, pushing one out through the foil and putting it to the side, then repeating the process another two times and…ah great…he’d mixed them up.
He picked up all three looking at the names. Urgh…dizziness…it hadn’t gone away completely and reading such tiny writing and long words didn’t help. At all. ‘Danna?’ he called over to the red head. ‘Which was the okay one again, un?’
It really would’ve helped if he had looked at the name or the pretty patterns on the box beforehand…but it was too late now, right?
He looked over at his partner. Hm…that was a good point. If the tablets that were meant to be safe bubbled into weird goo or something once entering his body it wouldn’t be too pretty. And that meant it didn’t really matter that he’d forgotten which one it had been. ‘Right!’ he agreed.
Even professionals made mistakes? Well that was…encouraging. That was beginning to make the sculptor’s mind wander onto some rather unpleasant thoughts. Namely being given the wrong antibiotics. Bleh, whatever. He handed them to the red head and nodded a little. ‘Un…’

Sasori waited until the three pills were in his hand before he decided to reply at all. "To be safe, I'm going to say none of them are... Safe." Which pretty much meant 'ignore what I said before', really. He peered at the tablets for a moment, thankings the gods above that they didn't look the same - it would have been tricky matching each one back up with the original package. Which would be necessary if one of them had an adverse reaction. Right, so. Getting the process underway...

He sat next to the antidote bottle and the dropper, balancing two of the pills on a knee. The third pill, he broke in half, putting half of it with the other pills, the other half on the floor. After which, he uncapped the antidote bottle, used the dropped to collect some of the liquid within, and simply held the tool over the half-pill, squeeing a droplet out onto it and... Simply waited. Ten seconds later, he shrugged. "This one's fine."

The process was repeated for the other two pills - the second was fine, as well. The third, however... As soon as the antidote hit the pill, it started to fizz up and audibly crackle. Well... That certainly wouldn't be a nice reaction to have going on throughout Deidara's bloodstream... Though it would be interesting to watch - if it were someone else, at any rate. "Unless you want to go the way of your 'art' abominations, you won't want to take this one until the burning sensation goes away." Which would effectively mean the antidote was all used up, neutralized, or had been expelled from the body. Which, in turn, would mean... The obvious. "Probably just a few hours." Maybe around noon, at the latest...

Sounded logical. At least Sasori would be sure which ones were safe or not if he checked all of them.
Deidara watched as all three…well…two and a half tablets were put on the puppet’s wooden knee. This was so exciting. It was almost like a chemistry lesson…minus the safety goggles. But he wasn’t worried about that. He was more worried about the fact that due to a reaction one of the pills would set on fire or something. Not good if you were constructed of mainly wood like Sasori was. He was going to offer going to get a pillow or something flat to rest on which would cause less damage.
Too late now though. He’d already put a bit of the antidote on the first tablet. No reaction. Good! That one was safe. Matching the box he put that to the side, soon followed by the second box filled with safe tablets. But the third almost made him jump.
He pouted. ‘My sculptures aren’t “abominations,” un,’ he muttered, taking the three boxes and going over to his bed, placing the two good ones on his bedside cabinet, the…scary one in the top drawer. The blond was about to ask when that would finish when his question was answered. ‘Okay, un,’ he grinned, taking out all the needed pills and swallowing them down with some more of that bad tasting water. Luckily the burning wasn’t going to stay around for a day or so. Now, that would get annoying.
The sculptor then moved back over to the puppeteer’s bed, sitting down again. Hm…now what? He could go for breakfast, but that would risk falling down the stairs or something due to the dizziness.

The puppeteer snorted at the protest to his abomination comment, watching Deidara take the safe pills before turning back to the little set-up he had on the floor. Pushing the leftover antidote in the dropper out back into the bottle, then recapping said bottle, he stood - both items in hand - and headed back over to his little closet, which he opened, as usual. He placed the antidote back on it's proper shelf, then pondered what to do with the dropper. It would need to be washed... Eh.

"I guess I'll have to agree," Sasori mumbled, peering back at the mess on the floor, where the tablets had been doused with antidote. He'd need to clean that up, too. "Your sculptures aren't abominations. What tends to happen to them, however..." He let the sentence drift, once more closing the door to the closet and wandering over to his little experiment site and crouching. He plucked the two non-reactive pills from the floor, noting briefly that he had forgotten to halve two out of three... Oh well. One pill per package wasn't going to make much of a difference, right? Now, the reactive pill was going to need a paper towel or tissue to something. He'd pick one up before he left the bathroom after washing the dropper.

Two pills halves and said dropper in hand, the puppet headed over to the room's door, stopping before it and peering back over at his partner. Hmph. Now, how to word this to make it sound like he didn't actually care... Ah. "Hm... Since the antidote is still in effect, and I don't need to hear your whining about this-or-that or whatever later on, if you need anything, now's the time to say so."

Wait what? Sasori was…agreeing with him about art…that was definitely a first. The majority of their arguments revolved around their contrasting views on art. Could it be that they were finally over? Hm…the way the word “sculpture” was said didn’t sound good. Deidara’s eyes narrowed. How dare he? The explosions he created were the most beautiful things imaginable. Why couldn’t the puppeteer see that? That was one thing he’d always wondered. Then again…his own mind was as closed as his partner’s when it came to art, right?
He watched as the red head began to clear everything up from the little chemistry lesson and safe pill test…thing. Looked like he was going out of the room. He pouted slightly. He didn’t want him to go. How weird…it was as if he was getting more and more dependant on him. Hm…maybe that was because of past events and stuff. Getting attached and whatnot sounded pretty normal. Normal in a sense that it always happened in sappy love movies. But this was different. Sasori didn’t like him like that. Well…not as much. Although…he claimed he wanted to feel the same way. Maybe he already did but didn’t want to tell him because of pride or something.
He’d make a point to have another one of those talks again. And this time if the red head moved to the cupboard and got some scary jar out or something, he’d run away. And probably try again later. Then again…it seemed he had the upper hand. All the blond would have to do would be to bring up the comment on how he wanted to feel the same way and then get ready to run away.
Oh…so now he wanted to hear whining. ‘Well,’ the sculptor began. ‘It’s really really really really
Really REALLY annoying and I want it to stop right now. Make it stop, Danna. For me…pleaaase, un.’ Yeah…he wasn’t really taking this opportunity seriously. It was just an excuse to bug Sasori.

... Sasori gave his partner the flatest, most unamused stare he could muster at the little... Request. He had meant food or something non-puppety organisms needed, hadn't that been obvious? "The only way I can make it stop, brat, is if I knocked you unconscious or killed you." And he wasn't going to be doing either, for obvious reasons. The first could easily lead to the latter, besides that. The only reason that those were the only two choices was pretty much because... Well... Well, he could always do the 'safe test' with some of the numbing-but-not-fatal poisons he had kicking around to see if he could use one... Though he doubted Deidara was going to agree to be poisoned willingly.

Tch. Screw 'im. The puppeteer opened the door and left the room, pushing it shut - well, not quite, though he didn't notice that it didn't shut all the way, nor did he really care - before making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. Which, several steps into his little venture, he noticed was closed. Eugh, he hated waiting... So. Damn. Much.

Though wait he did, just outside the door, off to one side, for what he guessed was a full four minutes. Then the door opened - and out stepped... Kakuzu. The ragdoll-esque banker didn't seem to notice him and just went on his way towards the stairs. Thankfully. He was supposed to pay him the money he owed for that little Hidan-borrowing moment, yesterday, and currently he didn't have any money on him. If he remembered correctly, it was all in Hiruko's pockets. One of them...

He entered the bathroom and, after tossing the pills into the garbage bin, went straight for the sink, turning on the hot water and starting the easy task of washing out the dropper.

Well…being knocked out or killed wasn’t really a good option. And he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep through it…if anything he wouldn’t be able to get to sleep in the first place because of that annoying burning feeling.
It was only when the puppeteer left the room that he began to suddenly feel hungry. Well…that was just brilliant. Hm…maybe it would’ve been wiser to, instead of messing around and telling his partner to help get rid of the burning feeling even though he already knew that was going to be quite hard he should’ve asked for breakfast or something. Too late now. He’d ask when he’d get back.
Oh, yeah! Shopping day. There was no way in hell that the blond was going to be fit enough to go on the little outing. Might as well make a list or something to pass onto Sasori. He got up, making his way over to his bed, kneeling down and reaching out for his notebook. Thankfully there was still a pen in there from the last time he’d used it. He went back to the red head’s bed and sat down, flipping to a clean page and beginning to write a shopping list. Right…cereal…pain killers…hm…He looked up at the ceiling, the pen hanging out of his mouth in hopes that another thought would suddenly pop into his head. But the thoughts weren’t coming. Was it because of his dizziness? Wait…was that evil little antidote affecting his brain? Urrrgghhh, how annoying!
Fine. He’d leave it at that. Two things. Things that were pretty easy to find too. Unlike “a tin of soup with 75% fat free on the tin and the lid’s purple” or anything insane like that. He liked most cereal too.
Hm…ice cream would be good too. He’d add that to the list as well.

... There... That should do it. Maybe... He held the dropper up, directly infront of his face, inspecting it carefully. Yeah, looked clean enough... Shaking it gently several times to get some of the water off of it, he turned to leave, before remembering that the fizzy pill still had to be cleaned up... Damnit. He quickly snatched a handful of toilet paper from the roll before fleeing from the bathroom, cautiously making sure Kakuzu was nowhere near before heading directly back towards his and the brat's room.

Sasori entered, peering over at Deidara - who, he noticed, was still on his bed, though with a notebook and pen, writing something down - before actually closing the door this time. He headed over to his little closet, opening it just enough to throw the dropper in before stepping over to the little experiment site and crouching. The fizzy pill was easily cleaned up - or, picked up, anyway - using the wad of toilet paper, which he bunched up into a little ball afterwards before pausing and shoving it in one of his trouser's pockets to dispose of, later. Now, what was on the agenda for the day...?

And what the hell was the brat writing down? He stood, wandering over to his bed in order to peek - as well as inquire. He could read upside down lettering - 'cereal', 'pain killers', 'ice cream' - though he hadn't the faintest clue why the blond was making such a list. Then again, he also didn't know it was shopping day, so... Yeah. "What are you doing?" Of course, he asked it in his usual, monotone, 'I couldn't care less but humour me anyway' voice. As per usual... Though he actually was curious.

Come on…what’s needed…Deidara already bought most of what he needed at the village a couple of days before so he didn’t really need any more art supplies or anything right then. It was doubtful that the supermarket sold clay. He’d never thought to check before, but most probably the closest thing to clay in that shop would be playdough or plastecine. Nothing compared to natural clay from a riverbank. That was purer too, perfect for making bombs with. Even though playdough was good fun to mess around with…and coloured unlike clay. Even though that could easily be painted after it had dried.
As the door opened again, he looked up. Ah, Sasori had returned. Good, good. And he was brandishing…what looked like toilet paper. Why would…oh…cleaning up the rest of the little experiment.
The blond was vaguely aware of the fact that his list was being read. Actually…he was pretty much unaware of the red head looming over him. The words made him jump slightly. But he grinned. ‘I’m making a shopping list, un,’ he grinned. ‘Coz there’s no way I can go to the shops with you all, so I’ll give you this list and some money so you can buy the stuff for me, un.’
And if the puppet did decide to resign the little request he’d just have to go hunt down Tobi or something and threaten him to do it.