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If the reason was obvious then why was Deidara left standing there, not really sure what the hell Sasori was going on about? He started to think. Maybe it was because he still didn’t feel comfortable about it all. The only reason that previous little kiss had taken place was because the blond had practically begged for it. If he hadn’t done that then Sasori would’ve wandered off to get that book he was after, wouldn’t he?
Maybe he just wasn’t ready for kissing. Although then again, there had been times before when they’d kissed. Four even. Hm…he wouldn’t complain outwardly though. Unless it just got so frustrating it was stupid. Which it might. Okay, yes he would complain Oh, that would really get him what hew wanted, wouldn’t it?
The sculptor eyes moved down his arm when the wooden one he was holding was lifted a little. He paused, moving his eyes back up to meet with his partner’s. He smiled a little, loosening his grip and letting his hand fall a little, before tightening his grip again on the red head’s hand. ‘No,’ he giggled. ‘We can go look for a book together, un.’ He had been planning on following anyway. Waiting around in the room by himself would be pretty…well…dull.

Ah, good, it seemed he finally was going to- ... Not let go. Okay. Nevermind. Sasori gave the blond what he hoped to be a withering stare before shaking his head a little. "Fine..." Tch. Was it just him, or was Deidara being a little... Clingy? To some extent, at the moment. Maybe a bit 'childish'. Heh... He turned again to head out of the kitchen, as well as to drag his partner out along with him. Aha! For once, he was doing the dragging!

... Anyway! The red-head 'hmm's thoughtfully to himself, wondering briefly what the blond would say if he pointed out his ever-so bratty behaviour. Hm. He could always say it 'accidentally'... And if the sculptor threw a hissy-fit or something, he could always just apologise, right? Though it wasn't a very... Nice thing to do, was it? Hm...

Might as well go for it. "You're acting like a brat, you know," he mumbled, though it was more to himself than anything. There. Now to wait and find out if the blond even heard that... Tch. So, what kind of book should he look for... Thriller, or something suspenseful, maybe. Or an anatomy book... Or something on this whole relationship thing, though it was doubtful there'd be anything on that there...

Heh, he wasn’t going to make him let go after all. That was good. Deidara kept his grip on his partner’s hand tightly as he followed him out of the kitchen. Yeah, he hadn’t really realised that he was being so clingy. Maybe a little bit more clingy than usual, but still….he didn’t think anything of it. And was…well…still pretty pleased with himself. He thought this was all going swimmingly and there weren’t any problems.
Hm…maybe he should ask about what Sasori had said before. ‘Danna? You know what you said before about the reason for you not kissing me was obvious?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side a little. ‘Well…I dunno what the reason was.’ Yes. It really wasn’t that obvious afterall.
He carried on following the puppeteer and pouted at the statement. ‘Holding your hand and wanting a kiss from you is brattish?’ he asked. He almost meant it to be a rhetorical question, but decided he wanted to hear what his partner had to say. Hm…maybe it was just an excuse to use the oh so beloved “b” word? ‘Coz I just think it’s me showing my affection to you.’

Sasori slowed his pace a little when the blond began to speak, nodding ever-so-slightly at the question. Of course he knew... Eh? He inwardly sighed. His partner didn't get what he had been getting at? Hm. It was explanation time, then, wasn't it? Tch, whatever staves off not having anything to say. Afterall, silent brought discomfort, it not only on a mental plateau for the puppet. And... Not having anything to say just plain sucked.

Ah. And now a question about the brat statement. Though the way Deidara worded it sort of made him rethink what he had said. Eh... To some vague extent, it almost made him feel bad for using the b-word. But, what's been said has been said, right?

The red-head adjusted his pace 'til they were walking side-by-side, peering up to the ceiling in thought as he pondered what to say. After a moment, he looked over to the sculptor. "... To address the first thing... Just think about it. You're human. I'm not. Human emotions rely on chemicals... The brain." Ah, where the hell was he going with this... He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts before trying again. "... Kissing... It had an emotional backing to it, doesn't it?" He shrugged a little, stopping once they got to the livingroom to momentarily face the blond. "As for the other thing..." Another pause, before he started for the bookcase. "Nevermind."

Okay…chemicals in the brain. Deidara wasn’t too good when it came to biology so all he could do was tilt his head to the side, a little confused. Hm…wait, this was similar to that television programme he’d watched the other day about the brain wasn’t it? When the person was shown a picture of something they liked there was a bigger clump of yellow on their brain scan…or was it smaller. Well…either way, it kinda made sense. He carried on watching his partner as he paused. What? Was that it? Oh, maybe not. Emotional backing to kissing…that made sense too. But…Sasori did have emotions. The blond was sure of it. He’d seemed sad the night before. Sadness was an emotion. Unless, that was just a false expression.
Ah, who knew? And who knew it was going to be so complicated. Hm…maybe the red head would feel more comfortable after a while. He’d just have to give it a bit of time to get used to.
And it looked like he was going to explain why the sculptor’s behaviour was “brattish.” Ah, no he wasn’t. And the sculptor himself wouldn’t force it out of him. That would be brattish. ‘Okay, un,’ he said, sitting down on the sofa, cross legged, wondering what book the puppeteer was going to pick.

Ehh... The red-head got the feeling - so to speak - that he should've used more simple terminology for his little explaination... Oh well. It didn't look like the blond had any questions about it, so... Maybe he did understand it. Besides, it would be hard to put it into easier to understand words. But he could always get a book on it... Uh... Or not, a book would probably be a bit more confusing...

And it thankfully didn't seem like Deidara was going to ask for an answer on the whole brat thing, which was good. Sasori stopped before the bookcase, attention now solely on the books on it's shelves. He ran a finger along the spines of each book as he scanned the titles. Neeh... There were several books on Jashin - he'd pass on that. Several books on jutsus and chakra and even one 'How To Be Evil For Dummies'. 'Kay. He wouldn't bother to try fathoming why that was there, or who bought it in the first place... But if he had to guess, he'd either say Tobi or Hidan. Really.

Two anatomy books... He paused at the second one, pulling it out of the bookcase and opening it to a random page. Baah, this was the one he had been looking at a few days ago... He put it back, continuing his little search for a moment longer before stopping at another book and pulling it out. Icha Icha Paradise, volume two... He was morbidly curious. It might even help with a few things! ... Though he doubted that. Whatever. "... Found something."

Deidara watched as his partner went through the books on the shelf, wondering what he was going to pick. Hm…maybe he should go get his poor neglected plushie. He’d been away from it for…what? More than ten minutes? Luckily it still wasn’t in the basement being made into rat food. Wait…maybe that’d make him seem like a brat again. He really didn’t want to come across like that after before, so he’d have to be careful. Plus, he didn’t want to be called one again.
Oh, it looked like Sasori had picked a book from the shelf. He strained to see the title, but he saw a red circle with a line through it on the back cover. Hm…it rung a bell. He was sure he’d seen that book somewhere before, but couldn’t put his finger on it. Wait…hadn’t Itachi been reading that book the other day? Eh, probably. ‘What is it?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side. He’d remembered reading over the Uchiha’s shoulder to see what he was reading and what he had read was…well…a little shocking.
But if it was that same book it would probably help the red head with his whole…relationship problems. Yeah…of course smut would help that little problem. ‘Bring it over here and we can read it together, un!’

What was it? Sasori peered up from the book at the question, though didn't look over to the blond. Uhm... He didn't quite know whether or not to tell him the title or... Not. To his understanding, this book was... Perverted? Heh. He didn't quite wanna gain that sort of label or anything... 'Pervy old puppet'. Geeh. No thanks. But... The puppet blinked slowly at Deidara's little... Suggestion? Read it together? Hmm. Maybe.

The red-head turned his eyes back to the book, cracking it open to a random page much like he'd done with the anatomy book, scanning down the page. What he read... Really made his eyes widen, a subtle, almost horrorfied little smile making it's way to his lips. Uh. Okay, 'perverted' was an understatement... Right. If he had any sort of circulatory system or something, his face would be beet red. Gaah... Who the hell wrote these things...? ... No, wait, he didn't want to know.

But he did know this. They were not reading this book together. Seriously... "... It's... A cook book," he lied, quickly shutting the evil little novel. "Yes. No. We can't read it together. It's... Boring... Ingredients and numbers." Waving a dismissive hand, he failed to move from where he stood, mind still a bit... Shocked, from what he had read just from that one page. Okay, so he was... Old. But in some topics, he was still... What, underdeveloped? Something like that...

Mildly intrigued by the contents of the book, Deidara leant forward a little, trying to make out the title. Eh, no good. The type on the spine was too small to be seen from where he was sitting. All that was visible was that big red circle with the line through it. The expression that appeared on Sasori’s face when he opened the book made him slightly curious. What the hell? It must be the pervy book.
Oh…wait…apparently it was a good book. Hm…the blond frowned a little. That didn’t seem right. The way he had hesitated seemed suspicious. And anyway, he was pretty sure himself that it was the pervy book Itachi had been reading.
The blond stood up and walked over to the puppeteer. Another suspicious giveaway was that he hadn’t moved to put it back in the bookshelf yet. If it had been a cook book and wasn’t of any interest, then why was he still standing there, holding it? He took one look at it and then glared at his partner. ‘Liar! That’s a smutty book, un’ he stated, folding his arms. Ow…damn, he’d really have to get used to not folding his arms with both of them in such bad condition. Hn…how annoying.
It then occurred to the sculptor that he might get questioned about how he knew the book was smutty in the first place. ‘I saw Itachi reading it…and kinda read a bit over his shoulder…un’

Tch... Damnit. Sasori inwardly sighed when he noticed the blond had gotten up and started over. Well, unless he quickly shoved the book back where he'd gotten it, his little lie would easily be seen through. Then again, even if he did do that, it would still easily be seen through simply by looking at where he'd shoved said book, and... Well, so he didn't, but he did give Deidara an odd look when he pointed out that it was a smutty book.

Which could mean one of a few things; either he had read it himself, or...? Ah... Over Itachi's shoulder. Made sense. Now to play innocent. Besides, after actually looking into what the book contained... He wasn't exactly curious anymore. "I see... The Uchiha's taste in literature is questionable... But I truly did think that this was a cook book." Lies, lies! But... The red-head didn't want it to seem like he had been considering to read such a... Thing!

He could always just come back and grab it, later, right? ... Eugh! Why was he even thinking this? No! He moved to put it back on the shelf where he'd gotten it as quickly and accurately as puppetly possible. "... Nevermind. I haven't found anything yet, then." Geeh. Maybe he'd just grab one of those anatomy books, afterall... Even though he had already read through both of them a few times.

Hm…that was a good point. What had Itachi been doing reading such a book. He never really did come across as the kind that would read smut. Hm…maybe he was just curious like Sasori had been…but then again….maybe not. Urgh, that guy was so difficult to study. You never really knew what was going on behind those eyes of his. Those cursed eyes. But then again…if it weren’t for those eyes then the blond would never have met his partner, thus never have had the chance to feel all these new emotions that he did.
He thought it was a cookery book? Still? Uh…well…okay. That meant he either had randomly opened the book on a page involving cooking or he was lying. And judging by the expression that had appeared on his face after opening the book it was the latter. But he wasn’t going to persist or anything. That would just end up with another argument. The sculptor didn’t really want that. ‘Mm…okay then, un.’
Might as well help with the book finding now that he was over there now. And since Deidara was taller than his partner it would help seeing as he could reach the books on the top shelf with much more ease. ‘Here’s one,’ he said, plucking one book from the top shelf. Hm…on of those sex ed books that you’d get from a school. Probably Tobi’s. Deidara opened it and glanced at the index page. ‘This one looks like it’s got all we need, un.’

Good! Either the blond had bought the obvious lie or was just... Agreeing in order to let the subject pass or something. Eh, whichever worked, right? Yep. Thus Sasori went back to looking over the book titles, still pondering on whether or not to just give up and take on of the anatomy texts, 'til Deidara spoke up again. He peered over, watching the blond take a book from the top shelf. Damned brat and his not-so-shortness...

... Now just what the hell kind'a book did he get that looked like it had 'all they needed'? The puppeteer managed a glance at the title before raising a brow. Oh geez... At least it wasn't something trashy, but still. "... Why that one? Didn't you ever get the 'birds and the bees' talk?" Surely all parents - or grandparents - gave it to their kids sometime. Or, they learned it at whatever academy they attended, whether it be from teachers or peers or whatever.

'Course, on the off chance the blond hadn't recieved said little traditional talk, it would be best he learned it from a book, at least... Factual, unbiased - most of the time... Geh, there was no way he'd go over such things. He'd need an example, and the only example he could think of was to use two of his puppets, and there was just no way... He'd rather be introduced to a termite colony or someone like Kisame, just minus the fish and add the... Termite.

Deidara glared at his partner, obviously unamused. Had that comment been meant in a sarcastic way? It better have been. Sure, he was young, but he did know where babies came from and how they were made. Was his partner trying to make him seem more blond than he already was? He lifted the book up and lightly tapped it on top of the puppeteer’s head. Enough to make him not seem wimpy and not enough for him to be given a concussion. He had a brain didn’t he? He was able to think and command his body to move and whatnot. Hm…odd. ‘Of course I was given the “birds and the bees” talk,’ he replied, walking back over to the sofa and sitting down again. ‘But were you?’ he asked. Yeah, that was childish, and probably very brattish, but nevermind. He just couldn’t resist saying something like that.
Once sat down, the blond opened the book at the index page again and started flicking through the pages one by one, eyes skimming over the words. ‘I suggested this one because it has some information on relationships that you could read, un,’ he explained, arriving at the relationships section. Hm…it was some sort of tree diagram explaining what your partner will like depending on their personality. Hell, that might work. ‘Come look,’ he insisted, flapping his hand a little as a signal for the red head to join him on the sofa.

Ah, second glare in less than ten minutes. Was he succeeding in being particularly annoying, or did the blond just take his question as a bit of an insult? Heh. Though, Sasori could see how the question could be taken in such a way... Geh?! The red-head blinked several times and narrowed his eyes a slight bit at the book-head-tap. That would've hurt if he'd been able to feel, damnit!

Though other than sending Deidara a little glare of his own, he commented not on that, the answer, or the question that followed. Like hell he was dignifying it with a response, of course he had the 'talk'! He watched his partner go back over to the sofa before placing one hand on his hip in a mildly miffed manner. "Really." Well, okay, it made sense, and he did need information on this stuff... Hmn. Seemed the sculptor found something in the book, too. Bah... Might as well go look... "... Coming." From actual sentences to one-word replies. Moodswing, maybe?

Oh, whatever. He headed over to the sofa, plopping down beside the blond so he could see what was on the pages of the book. "So, explain what this is...?" Yes, he could tell it was a diagram. Yes, he could tell it had something to do with relationships - that was obvious due to what the sculptor said just seconds ago. But he couldn't tell exactly what the diagram was about because his point of view sort of sucked.

Deidara waited until Sasori was sitting next to him to continue with the little explaining thing, eyes still on the diagram, moving some question to question. Ah, wait. He was here now. And apparently he didn’t know what the diagram was. Heh…he was being really stupid this morning. But then again…maybe he just wanted to know how the diagram worked and what he needed to do. ‘It’s a diagram, un,’ he stated. ‘You start at this question.’ He pointed to question one and then to the two outcomes. ‘Once you’ve answered all of them you’ll end up at one of the results.’ He then moved his finger to the end of the diagram, pointing to all the different results that were given. ‘See? It gives you a brief description of the kind of person your partner is and then a page reference, un.’
He took the first one as an example, quickly flicking through the pages until he arrived at the corresponding one for the first result. ‘Now it has more information and more detail on that kind of person.’
The blond flicked back to the diagram and held the book out to the puppeteer. ‘Try it, un.’ But he was cheating, just skimming his eyes over the results. Hm…the third one sounded right…but just judging himself wasn’t what he was meant to do. So he just let his partner do it.

... A diagram. Yes. That much was obvious. Sasori rolled his eyes at that little tidbit of information, before paying attention when Deidara stated to explain how the diagram was used. Neeh. Seemed simple enough... He nodded slightly in understanding, watching the miniature first-result example. Though, he had to wonder how a book could tell you about an individual. It seemed sort of... Foolish, to him. But, eh. Who knows? It could help, no matter how foolish he thought it was... So...

Might as well give it a try. What harm could it do? "I see..." That was slowly becoming his favourite little phrase. Eugh... He watched the blond flick back to the diagram page before taking the held out book. "All right." Turning his eyes to the pages, the red-head began to read the first choices, picking carefully before going to the next two, and so on. All the while taking each of them into careful consideration. It would be annoying if he wound up at a totally incorrect result - that would mean two things. One, that he didn't know his partner as well as he thought he did, and that he'd probably have to go over the damnable diagram again... Hmn...

Finally, he ended up at result... Four? He blinked slowly, pointing to it before peering over at the blond. "This one?" To him, at least, it sort of sounded like it'd fit the sculptor.

It looked like Sasori was understanding the concept of the whole diagram thingy. Then again…it was pretty simple, so why wouldn’t he be able to. Hm…wait…he was still on his little stupid streak wasn’t he? Ah, nevermind. For now it looked like he was actually trying to understand.
And it looked like he was finished. The blond peered over at the result that his partner was pointing to and tilted his head to the side a little, trying to read what it said. Well…okay, it did sound about right, but to him it wasn’t as good as result three. Although, he had done that himself which wasn’t really the right thing to do. ‘I guess,’ he muttered, flicking through the pages to find the number that had been suggested in the result. His eyes skimmed over the first few lines and he grinned. ‘Yeah, that sounds pretty good,’ he nodded.
Then his stomach rumbled again. Urghh. Blood began rushing back to the sculptor’s cheeks as he wrapped his arms around his waist. But it made him remember about the food. ‘Maybe we should take the book back to the kitchen, un,’ he suggested. It would mean that the food wouldn’t be over cooked and the red head would have something to do whilst waiting for both the food to cook and for Deidara to eat it.

The red-head watched as the blond tried to read the result, raising a brow at the two muttered words. He guessed? Hmn. Did that mean Deidara had been hoping he'd get a different result? ... Oh well - too late now, and he did go through the diagram as truthfully as possible... Sasori stayed silent as his partner tried to find the suggested page, then inwardly sighed in mild relief. Good, good. He wouldn't have to do the diagram over or any of the other horrid stuff...

... Just as he was about to read the page, he heard the tell-tale, unmistakable sound of a rumbling stomach. Haa... He needn't guess whose, either. Unless one of the rats grew ten times as large as a regular rat can grow and that noise had actually came from downstairs. Which would be kind'a freaky. But, anyway. He looked back over at the blond, both brows raised this time, and nodded in agreement to the suggestion. "M'hmm." He momentarily turned his attention back to the book, dog-earing the page before closing it and standing.

"Come on, then." He glanced back at the blond for a moment before starting back for the kitchen, while also trying to remember how long the rice had left to cook. Erh... Okay, he hadn't been keeping track... Uhm. He'd just give it two more minutes, to be safe...

The blush on Deidara’s cheeks reddened at the expression that was received from his partner. Urgh, why did his stomach have to be so annoying and loud? Sure, it was a sign that he needed food, but he didn’t need a sound. That was just embarrassing. Why couldn’t it just be a sharp pain instead of a noise? Urgh, whoever created the human body really wanted to make people feel embarrassed by the looks of it. He kept his arms tightly wrapped around his stomach until Sasori stood up. He too stood up, moving one arm away from his waist. He caught up with his partner and grabbed one of his hands with his own free hand. The blond grinned a little, walking alongside the other. ‘We’re gunna have fun later, un,’ he giggled happily, beginning to sway his hand back and forth a little in a similar way to before. ‘We’re gunna have a great time.’
That sentence managed to almost block out another stomach rumble. He blushed again, prodding his tummy. “Shut up, un” he thought, glaring down. Urgh, that was three times now….no…wait…four. Another growl came shortly after. Damn, his food better be nearly ready.

One minute and fifty three seconds into the two more minutes-long wait, and Sasori found one of his hands recaptured by his partner, like before. He peered over at Deidara, semi-questioningly, 'til the blond spoke. The red-head smiled slightly, nodding a little - again, agreeing. "Yeah..." As long as he managed not to screw anything up or slip up with the brat thing. And he'd try not to be a stick-in-the-mud... No promises there, however... "We are." But for the sake of trying, he'd try-

- and there it goes again. The blond's stomach, that is. Ah, the joys of not having such a bothersom organ! Though it was rather amusing, if not slightly... Cute... To watch the sculptor prod his own belly and glare at it. And lose whatever possible mental argument he may be having against it, since... Well, it growled again, didn't it?

The puppeteer chuckled quietly, covering his mouth with his other hand - and the book, he'd almost forgotten he'd been carrying it - in order to try stifling it. "One minute and thirty seconds," he mumbled. "Or around there..." And then the rice would be done, of course. Neh, seemed about right, at any rate. The time, that is.

At the quiet chuckling Deidara turned to look at his partner. Was that him? Urgh. Okay. He was either laughing at him or with him. And he really did think he was laughing at him seeing as the blond wasn’t exactly laughing. Although….he couldn’t help but smile. ‘It’ll stop once I’ve eaten, un,’ he stated, grinning. Well…hopefully. But didn’t stomachs make noises when digesting the food too? Ha, brilliant.
But it wouldn’t be long until he was eating. One minute and thirty seconds sounded like no time at all to the sculptor. By the time they had reached the kitchen and he had sat down the time would probably be nearly up. He groaned inwardly. He’d have to pace himself because of that spicy soup wouldn’t he? That would be fun.
Glaaarrrgggghh.
Urgh, five. Deidara was beginning to think that his body would start using his excess fat as food. Not like he had much anyway.
He moved on ahead, one hand still clutching the puppeteer’s. ‘Come on, un,’ he giggled, pulling him along. ‘We don’t want it to overcook.’

The statement caused the puppeteer to smirk a little, though it was hidden by the book and his hand, which he still had infront of his mouth. "If it doesn't, I have ways of silencing such things...," he pointed out vaguely, looking forward and bowing his head a bit in a devious, plotting manner. 'Course, he was only joking, but the blond didn't need to know that. At least not yet. "But I'm sure you're right."

Sasori looked back up and over at Deidara when his stomach growled again, expression as innocently blank as ever. Ah, he was so tempted to comment about how the particular organ was as loud as he was, but refrained... Neeh? He watched the blond go ahead before picking up his own pace a bit as well to avoid being dragged along. Haha. Overcook? "You don't need to worry about that... The only thing it can do right now is cool off." He had turned the stove off, no?

Afterall, wasn't that how one cooked rice, in the first place? Boil water, dump rice in, turn the stove off and let it cook itself while it soaked up the liquid? Unless, for whatever reason, someone developed a 'new' way of cooking rice or something in the past few years that he wasn't aware of... But if he remembered correctly, the previous method worked well enough. Meh.

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If the reason was obvious then why was Deidara left standing there, not really sure what the hell Sasori was going on about? He started to think. Maybe it was because he still didn’t feel comfortable about it all. The only reason that previous little kiss had taken place was because the blond had practically begged for it. If he hadn’t done that then Sasori would’ve wandered off to get that book he was after, wouldn’t he?
Maybe he just wasn’t ready for kissing. Although then again, there had been times before when they’d kissed. Four even. Hm…he wouldn’t complain outwardly though. Unless it just got so frustrating it was stupid. Which it might. Okay, yes he would complain Oh, that would really get him what hew wanted, wouldn’t it?
The sculptor eyes moved down his arm when the wooden one he was holding was lifted a little. He paused, moving his eyes back up to meet with his partner’s. He smiled a little, loosening his grip and letting his hand fall a little, before tightening his grip again on the red head’s hand. ‘No,’ he giggled. ‘We can go look for a book together, un.’ He had been planning on following anyway. Waiting around in the room by himself would be pretty…well…dull.

Ah, good, it seemed he finally was going to- ... Not let go. Okay. Nevermind. Sasori gave the blond what he hoped to be a withering stare before shaking his head a little. "Fine..." Tch. Was it just him, or was Deidara being a little... Clingy? To some extent, at the moment. Maybe a bit 'childish'. Heh... He turned again to head out of the kitchen, as well as to drag his partner out along with him. Aha! For once, he was doing the dragging!

... Anyway! The red-head 'hmm's thoughtfully to himself, wondering briefly what the blond would say if he pointed out his ever-so bratty behaviour. Hm. He could always say it 'accidentally'... And if the sculptor threw a hissy-fit or something, he could always just apologise, right? Though it wasn't a very... Nice thing to do, was it? Hm...

Might as well go for it. "You're acting like a brat, you know," he mumbled, though it was more to himself than anything. There. Now to wait and find out if the blond even heard that... Tch. So, what kind of book should he look for... Thriller, or something suspenseful, maybe. Or an anatomy book... Or something on this whole relationship thing, though it was doubtful there'd be anything on that there...

Heh, he wasn’t going to make him let go after all. That was good. Deidara kept his grip on his partner’s hand tightly as he followed him out of the kitchen. Yeah, he hadn’t really realised that he was being so clingy. Maybe a little bit more clingy than usual, but still….he didn’t think anything of it. And was…well…still pretty pleased with himself. He thought this was all going swimmingly and there weren’t any problems.
Hm…maybe he should ask about what Sasori had said before. ‘Danna? You know what you said before about the reason for you not kissing me was obvious?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side a little. ‘Well…I dunno what the reason was.’ Yes. It really wasn’t that obvious afterall.
He carried on following the puppeteer and pouted at the statement. ‘Holding your hand and wanting a kiss from you is brattish?’ he asked. He almost meant it to be a rhetorical question, but decided he wanted to hear what his partner had to say. Hm…maybe it was just an excuse to use the oh so beloved “b” word? ‘Coz I just think it’s me showing my affection to you.’

Sasori slowed his pace a little when the blond began to speak, nodding ever-so-slightly at the question. Of course he knew... Eh? He inwardly sighed. His partner didn't get what he had been getting at? Hm. It was explanation time, then, wasn't it? Tch, whatever staves off not having anything to say. Afterall, silent brought discomfort, it not only on a mental plateau for the puppet. And... Not having anything to say just plain sucked.

Ah. And now a question about the brat statement. Though the way Deidara worded it sort of made him rethink what he had said. Eh... To some vague extent, it almost made him feel bad for using the b-word. But, what's been said has been said, right?

The red-head adjusted his pace 'til they were walking side-by-side, peering up to the ceiling in thought as he pondered what to say. After a moment, he looked over to the sculptor. "... To address the first thing... Just think about it. You're human. I'm not. Human emotions rely on chemicals... The brain." Ah, where the hell was he going with this... He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts before trying again. "... Kissing... It had an emotional backing to it, doesn't it?" He shrugged a little, stopping once they got to the livingroom to momentarily face the blond. "As for the other thing..." Another pause, before he started for the bookcase. "Nevermind."

Okay…chemicals in the brain. Deidara wasn’t too good when it came to biology so all he could do was tilt his head to the side, a little confused. Hm…wait, this was similar to that television programme he’d watched the other day about the brain wasn’t it? When the person was shown a picture of something they liked there was a bigger clump of yellow on their brain scan…or was it smaller. Well…either way, it kinda made sense. He carried on watching his partner as he paused. What? Was that it? Oh, maybe not. Emotional backing to kissing…that made sense too. But…Sasori did have emotions. The blond was sure of it. He’d seemed sad the night before. Sadness was an emotion. Unless, that was just a false expression.
Ah, who knew? And who knew it was going to be so complicated. Hm…maybe the red head would feel more comfortable after a while. He’d just have to give it a bit of time to get used to.
And it looked like he was going to explain why the sculptor’s behaviour was “brattish.” Ah, no he wasn’t. And the sculptor himself wouldn’t force it out of him. That would be brattish. ‘Okay, un,’ he said, sitting down on the sofa, cross legged, wondering what book the puppeteer was going to pick.

Ehh... The red-head got the feeling - so to speak - that he should've used more simple terminology for his little explaination... Oh well. It didn't look like the blond had any questions about it, so... Maybe he did understand it. Besides, it would be hard to put it into easier to understand words. But he could always get a book on it... Uh... Or not, a book would probably be a bit more confusing...

And it thankfully didn't seem like Deidara was going to ask for an answer on the whole brat thing, which was good. Sasori stopped before the bookcase, attention now solely on the books on it's shelves. He ran a finger along the spines of each book as he scanned the titles. Neeh... There were several books on Jashin - he'd pass on that. Several books on jutsus and chakra and even one 'How To Be Evil For Dummies'. 'Kay. He wouldn't bother to try fathoming why that was there, or who bought it in the first place... But if he had to guess, he'd either say Tobi or Hidan. Really.

Two anatomy books... He paused at the second one, pulling it out of the bookcase and opening it to a random page. Baah, this was the one he had been looking at a few days ago... He put it back, continuing his little search for a moment longer before stopping at another book and pulling it out. Icha Icha Paradise, volume two... He was morbidly curious. It might even help with a few things! ... Though he doubted that. Whatever. "... Found something."

Deidara watched as his partner went through the books on the shelf, wondering what he was going to pick. Hm…maybe he should go get his poor neglected plushie. He’d been away from it for…what? More than ten minutes? Luckily it still wasn’t in the basement being made into rat food. Wait…maybe that’d make him seem like a brat again. He really didn’t want to come across like that after before, so he’d have to be careful. Plus, he didn’t want to be called one again.
Oh, it looked like Sasori had picked a book from the shelf. He strained to see the title, but he saw a red circle with a line through it on the back cover. Hm…it rung a bell. He was sure he’d seen that book somewhere before, but couldn’t put his finger on it. Wait…hadn’t Itachi been reading that book the other day? Eh, probably. ‘What is it?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side. He’d remembered reading over the Uchiha’s shoulder to see what he was reading and what he had read was…well…a little shocking.
But if it was that same book it would probably help the red head with his whole…relationship problems. Yeah…of course smut would help that little problem. ‘Bring it over here and we can read it together, un!’

What was it? Sasori peered up from the book at the question, though didn't look over to the blond. Uhm... He didn't quite know whether or not to tell him the title or... Not. To his understanding, this book was... Perverted? Heh. He didn't quite wanna gain that sort of label or anything... 'Pervy old puppet'. Geeh. No thanks. But... The puppet blinked slowly at Deidara's little... Suggestion? Read it together? Hmm. Maybe.

The red-head turned his eyes back to the book, cracking it open to a random page much like he'd done with the anatomy book, scanning down the page. What he read... Really made his eyes widen, a subtle, almost horrorfied little smile making it's way to his lips. Uh. Okay, 'perverted' was an understatement... Right. If he had any sort of circulatory system or something, his face would be beet red. Gaah... Who the hell wrote these things...? ... No, wait, he didn't want to know.

But he did know this. They were not reading this book together. Seriously... "... It's... A cook book," he lied, quickly shutting the evil little novel. "Yes. No. We can't read it together. It's... Boring... Ingredients and numbers." Waving a dismissive hand, he failed to move from where he stood, mind still a bit... Shocked, from what he had read just from that one page. Okay, so he was... Old. But in some topics, he was still... What, underdeveloped? Something like that...

Mildly intrigued by the contents of the book, Deidara leant forward a little, trying to make out the title. Eh, no good. The type on the spine was too small to be seen from where he was sitting. All that was visible was that big red circle with the line through it. The expression that appeared on Sasori’s face when he opened the book made him slightly curious. What the hell? It must be the pervy book.
Oh…wait…apparently it was a good book. Hm…the blond frowned a little. That didn’t seem right. The way he had hesitated seemed suspicious. And anyway, he was pretty sure himself that it was the pervy book Itachi had been reading.
The blond stood up and walked over to the puppeteer. Another suspicious giveaway was that he hadn’t moved to put it back in the bookshelf yet. If it had been a cook book and wasn’t of any interest, then why was he still standing there, holding it? He took one look at it and then glared at his partner. ‘Liar! That’s a smutty book, un’ he stated, folding his arms. Ow…damn, he’d really have to get used to not folding his arms with both of them in such bad condition. Hn…how annoying.
It then occurred to the sculptor that he might get questioned about how he knew the book was smutty in the first place. ‘I saw Itachi reading it…and kinda read a bit over his shoulder…un’

Tch... Damnit. Sasori inwardly sighed when he noticed the blond had gotten up and started over. Well, unless he quickly shoved the book back where he'd gotten it, his little lie would easily be seen through. Then again, even if he did do that, it would still easily be seen through simply by looking at where he'd shoved said book, and... Well, so he didn't, but he did give Deidara an odd look when he pointed out that it was a smutty book.

Which could mean one of a few things; either he had read it himself, or...? Ah... Over Itachi's shoulder. Made sense. Now to play innocent. Besides, after actually looking into what the book contained... He wasn't exactly curious anymore. "I see... The Uchiha's taste in literature is questionable... But I truly did think that this was a cook book." Lies, lies! But... The red-head didn't want it to seem like he had been considering to read such a... Thing!

He could always just come back and grab it, later, right? ... Eugh! Why was he even thinking this? No! He moved to put it back on the shelf where he'd gotten it as quickly and accurately as puppetly possible. "... Nevermind. I haven't found anything yet, then." Geeh. Maybe he'd just grab one of those anatomy books, afterall... Even though he had already read through both of them a few times.

Hm…that was a good point. What had Itachi been doing reading such a book. He never really did come across as the kind that would read smut. Hm…maybe he was just curious like Sasori had been…but then again….maybe not. Urgh, that guy was so difficult to study. You never really knew what was going on behind those eyes of his. Those cursed eyes. But then again…if it weren’t for those eyes then the blond would never have met his partner, thus never have had the chance to feel all these new emotions that he did.
He thought it was a cookery book? Still? Uh…well…okay. That meant he either had randomly opened the book on a page involving cooking or he was lying. And judging by the expression that had appeared on his face after opening the book it was the latter. But he wasn’t going to persist or anything. That would just end up with another argument. The sculptor didn’t really want that. ‘Mm…okay then, un.’
Might as well help with the book finding now that he was over there now. And since Deidara was taller than his partner it would help seeing as he could reach the books on the top shelf with much more ease. ‘Here’s one,’ he said, plucking one book from the top shelf. Hm…on of those sex ed books that you’d get from a school. Probably Tobi’s. Deidara opened it and glanced at the index page. ‘This one looks like it’s got all we need, un.’

Good! Either the blond had bought the obvious lie or was just... Agreeing in order to let the subject pass or something. Eh, whichever worked, right? Yep. Thus Sasori went back to looking over the book titles, still pondering on whether or not to just give up and take on of the anatomy texts, 'til Deidara spoke up again. He peered over, watching the blond take a book from the top shelf. Damned brat and his not-so-shortness...

... Now just what the hell kind'a book did he get that looked like it had 'all they needed'? The puppeteer managed a glance at the title before raising a brow. Oh geez... At least it wasn't something trashy, but still. "... Why that one? Didn't you ever get the 'birds and the bees' talk?" Surely all parents - or grandparents - gave it to their kids sometime. Or, they learned it at whatever academy they attended, whether it be from teachers or peers or whatever.

'Course, on the off chance the blond hadn't recieved said little traditional talk, it would be best he learned it from a book, at least... Factual, unbiased - most of the time... Geh, there was no way he'd go over such things. He'd need an example, and the only example he could think of was to use two of his puppets, and there was just no way... He'd rather be introduced to a termite colony or someone like Kisame, just minus the fish and add the... Termite.

Deidara glared at his partner, obviously unamused. Had that comment been meant in a sarcastic way? It better have been. Sure, he was young, but he did know where babies came from and how they were made. Was his partner trying to make him seem more blond than he already was? He lifted the book up and lightly tapped it on top of the puppeteer’s head. Enough to make him not seem wimpy and not enough for him to be given a concussion. He had a brain didn’t he? He was able to think and command his body to move and whatnot. Hm…odd. ‘Of course I was given the “birds and the bees” talk,’ he replied, walking back over to the sofa and sitting down again. ‘But were you?’ he asked. Yeah, that was childish, and probably very brattish, but nevermind. He just couldn’t resist saying something like that.
Once sat down, the blond opened the book at the index page again and started flicking through the pages one by one, eyes skimming over the words. ‘I suggested this one because it has some information on relationships that you could read, un,’ he explained, arriving at the relationships section. Hm…it was some sort of tree diagram explaining what your partner will like depending on their personality. Hell, that might work. ‘Come look,’ he insisted, flapping his hand a little as a signal for the red head to join him on the sofa.

Ah, second glare in less than ten minutes. Was he succeeding in being particularly annoying, or did the blond just take his question as a bit of an insult? Heh. Though, Sasori could see how the question could be taken in such a way... Geh?! The red-head blinked several times and narrowed his eyes a slight bit at the book-head-tap. That would've hurt if he'd been able to feel, damnit!

Though other than sending Deidara a little glare of his own, he commented not on that, the answer, or the question that followed. Like hell he was dignifying it with a response, of course he had the 'talk'! He watched his partner go back over to the sofa before placing one hand on his hip in a mildly miffed manner. "Really." Well, okay, it made sense, and he did need information on this stuff... Hmn. Seemed the sculptor found something in the book, too. Bah... Might as well go look... "... Coming." From actual sentences to one-word replies. Moodswing, maybe?

Oh, whatever. He headed over to the sofa, plopping down beside the blond so he could see what was on the pages of the book. "So, explain what this is...?" Yes, he could tell it was a diagram. Yes, he could tell it had something to do with relationships - that was obvious due to what the sculptor said just seconds ago. But he couldn't tell exactly what the diagram was about because his point of view sort of sucked.

Deidara waited until Sasori was sitting next to him to continue with the little explaining thing, eyes still on the diagram, moving some question to question. Ah, wait. He was here now. And apparently he didn’t know what the diagram was. Heh…he was being really stupid this morning. But then again…maybe he just wanted to know how the diagram worked and what he needed to do. ‘It’s a diagram, un,’ he stated. ‘You start at this question.’ He pointed to question one and then to the two outcomes. ‘Once you’ve answered all of them you’ll end up at one of the results.’ He then moved his finger to the end of the diagram, pointing to all the different results that were given. ‘See? It gives you a brief description of the kind of person your partner is and then a page reference, un.’
He took the first one as an example, quickly flicking through the pages until he arrived at the corresponding one for the first result. ‘Now it has more information and more detail on that kind of person.’
The blond flicked back to the diagram and held the book out to the puppeteer. ‘Try it, un.’ But he was cheating, just skimming his eyes over the results. Hm…the third one sounded right…but just judging himself wasn’t what he was meant to do. So he just let his partner do it.

... A diagram. Yes. That much was obvious. Sasori rolled his eyes at that little tidbit of information, before paying attention when Deidara stated to explain how the diagram was used. Neeh. Seemed simple enough... He nodded slightly in understanding, watching the miniature first-result example. Though, he had to wonder how a book could tell you about an individual. It seemed sort of... Foolish, to him. But, eh. Who knows? It could help, no matter how foolish he thought it was... So...

Might as well give it a try. What harm could it do? "I see..." That was slowly becoming his favourite little phrase. Eugh... He watched the blond flick back to the diagram page before taking the held out book. "All right." Turning his eyes to the pages, the red-head began to read the first choices, picking carefully before going to the next two, and so on. All the while taking each of them into careful consideration. It would be annoying if he wound up at a totally incorrect result - that would mean two things. One, that he didn't know his partner as well as he thought he did, and that he'd probably have to go over the damnable diagram again... Hmn...

Finally, he ended up at result... Four? He blinked slowly, pointing to it before peering over at the blond. "This one?" To him, at least, it sort of sounded like it'd fit the sculptor.

It looked like Sasori was understanding the concept of the whole diagram thingy. Then again…it was pretty simple, so why wouldn’t he be able to. Hm…wait…he was still on his little stupid streak wasn’t he? Ah, nevermind. For now it looked like he was actually trying to understand.
And it looked like he was finished. The blond peered over at the result that his partner was pointing to and tilted his head to the side a little, trying to read what it said. Well…okay, it did sound about right, but to him it wasn’t as good as result three. Although, he had done that himself which wasn’t really the right thing to do. ‘I guess,’ he muttered, flicking through the pages to find the number that had been suggested in the result. His eyes skimmed over the first few lines and he grinned. ‘Yeah, that sounds pretty good,’ he nodded.
Then his stomach rumbled again. Urghh. Blood began rushing back to the sculptor’s cheeks as he wrapped his arms around his waist. But it made him remember about the food. ‘Maybe we should take the book back to the kitchen, un,’ he suggested. It would mean that the food wouldn’t be over cooked and the red head would have something to do whilst waiting for both the food to cook and for Deidara to eat it.

The red-head watched as the blond tried to read the result, raising a brow at the two muttered words. He guessed? Hmn. Did that mean Deidara had been hoping he'd get a different result? ... Oh well - too late now, and he did go through the diagram as truthfully as possible... Sasori stayed silent as his partner tried to find the suggested page, then inwardly sighed in mild relief. Good, good. He wouldn't have to do the diagram over or any of the other horrid stuff...

... Just as he was about to read the page, he heard the tell-tale, unmistakable sound of a rumbling stomach. Haa... He needn't guess whose, either. Unless one of the rats grew ten times as large as a regular rat can grow and that noise had actually came from downstairs. Which would be kind'a freaky. But, anyway. He looked back over at the blond, both brows raised this time, and nodded in agreement to the suggestion. "M'hmm." He momentarily turned his attention back to the book, dog-earing the page before closing it and standing.

"Come on, then." He glanced back at the blond for a moment before starting back for the kitchen, while also trying to remember how long the rice had left to cook. Erh... Okay, he hadn't been keeping track... Uhm. He'd just give it two more minutes, to be safe...

The blush on Deidara’s cheeks reddened at the expression that was received from his partner. Urgh, why did his stomach have to be so annoying and loud? Sure, it was a sign that he needed food, but he didn’t need a sound. That was just embarrassing. Why couldn’t it just be a sharp pain instead of a noise? Urgh, whoever created the human body really wanted to make people feel embarrassed by the looks of it. He kept his arms tightly wrapped around his stomach until Sasori stood up. He too stood up, moving one arm away from his waist. He caught up with his partner and grabbed one of his hands with his own free hand. The blond grinned a little, walking alongside the other. ‘We’re gunna have fun later, un,’ he giggled happily, beginning to sway his hand back and forth a little in a similar way to before. ‘We’re gunna have a great time.’
That sentence managed to almost block out another stomach rumble. He blushed again, prodding his tummy. “Shut up, un” he thought, glaring down. Urgh, that was three times now….no…wait…four. Another growl came shortly after. Damn, his food better be nearly ready.

One minute and fifty three seconds into the two more minutes-long wait, and Sasori found one of his hands recaptured by his partner, like before. He peered over at Deidara, semi-questioningly, 'til the blond spoke. The red-head smiled slightly, nodding a little - again, agreeing. "Yeah..." As long as he managed not to screw anything up or slip up with the brat thing. And he'd try not to be a stick-in-the-mud... No promises there, however... "We are." But for the sake of trying, he'd try-

- and there it goes again. The blond's stomach, that is. Ah, the joys of not having such a bothersom organ! Though it was rather amusing, if not slightly... Cute... To watch the sculptor prod his own belly and glare at it. And lose whatever possible mental argument he may be having against it, since... Well, it growled again, didn't it?

The puppeteer chuckled quietly, covering his mouth with his other hand - and the book, he'd almost forgotten he'd been carrying it - in order to try stifling it. "One minute and thirty seconds," he mumbled. "Or around there..." And then the rice would be done, of course. Neh, seemed about right, at any rate. The time, that is.

At the quiet chuckling Deidara turned to look at his partner. Was that him? Urgh. Okay. He was either laughing at him or with him. And he really did think he was laughing at him seeing as the blond wasn’t exactly laughing. Although….he couldn’t help but smile. ‘It’ll stop once I’ve eaten, un,’ he stated, grinning. Well…hopefully. But didn’t stomachs make noises when digesting the food too? Ha, brilliant.
But it wouldn’t be long until he was eating. One minute and thirty seconds sounded like no time at all to the sculptor. By the time they had reached the kitchen and he had sat down the time would probably be nearly up. He groaned inwardly. He’d have to pace himself because of that spicy soup wouldn’t he? That would be fun.
Glaaarrrgggghh.
Urgh, five. Deidara was beginning to think that his body would start using his excess fat as food. Not like he had much anyway.
He moved on ahead, one hand still clutching the puppeteer’s. ‘Come on, un,’ he giggled, pulling him along. ‘We don’t want it to overcook.’

The statement caused the puppeteer to smirk a little, though it was hidden by the book and his hand, which he still had infront of his mouth. "If it doesn't, I have ways of silencing such things...," he pointed out vaguely, looking forward and bowing his head a bit in a devious, plotting manner. 'Course, he was only joking, but the blond didn't need to know that. At least not yet. "But I'm sure you're right."

Sasori looked back up and over at Deidara when his stomach growled again, expression as innocently blank as ever. Ah, he was so tempted to comment about how the particular organ was as loud as he was, but refrained... Neeh? He watched the blond go ahead before picking up his own pace a bit as well to avoid being dragged along. Haha. Overcook? "You don't need to worry about that... The only thing it can do right now is cool off." He had turned the stove off, no?

Afterall, wasn't that how one cooked rice, in the first place? Boil water, dump rice in, turn the stove off and let it cook itself while it soaked up the liquid? Unless, for whatever reason, someone developed a 'new' way of cooking rice or something in the past few years that he wasn't aware of... But if he remembered correctly, the previous method worked well enough. Meh.