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Ha. It was simply laughable how the people running the elaborate little puppet show were pegged as 'professionals'. The only actually professional puppets he could see so far were that blind seer guy, when he made his entrance, and the attendant leading him, and they were obviously made by the same person. Ah! It must've been some sort of weird collaborated show or something; that would explain the varying levels of craftsmanship and control.

Tch, he really needed to just stop nitpicking and enjoy the damn show... Oh, look, Oedipus was getting pissed off at the blind guy. It was actually sort of amusing to watch - more so than it probably was to read. Though he was starting to like the characterizations. 'Specially the pissed-off king guy that was supposedly the harbinger of misfortune on the whole... Country, or whatever. The temper almost reminded Sasori of his own to an extent. 'Cept the king guy was a helluva lot more wordy and took less actual action. The only reason the play wasn't boring in that regard was because the person controlling the Oedipus-puppet was making said puppet flail around like a friggin' madman.

'Course, they just had to cut to commercials right after the chorus-puppets were done speaking... Neh. The red-head finally averted his eyes from the television screen, frowning thoughtfully. Deidara was taking quite a long time to take a shower, wasn't he? The puppeteer continued to sit where he was for a moment longer, indecisively pondering whether or not to just continue to watch television or go check on the blond. 'Course, his slightly worried 'check on the blond!' side of the little mental tug-of-war won out and he stood, heading out of the living room and toward the stairs. Sure, it was probably just nothing, but... Better safe than sorry, and all that, no?

Okay…get up…now. Wait…no…now…no…now. Urgh, why was this so comfortable?! Once Deidara had finally got his body to do what he wanted he finally sat up, the flannel falling off his head and landing in the water with a plop. And with all the bubbles it didn’t look like it would be easy to find it. And so, the blond went on his epic search to find the flannel. Which, after about a minute was proving to be futile. So he gave up and reached over for the shampoo bottle, pouring some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. That was one thing he disliked about bathing. The fact that he got to horrible taste of shampoo or body wash in his handmouths and it was a total bitch to get rid of too. If he recalled correctly, there’d been a number of occasions when the poor things had ended up coughing up bubbles. But they survived and were able to make decent clay sculptures afterwards. But then again…his handmouths were still recovering from being poisoned weren’t they? Even though they’d almost got back to the normal colour of skin.
He lathered the shampoo between his palms and then began washing his hair. He’d have to get it really clean for him to be presentable for the date later on. The blond just hoped that Sasori was planning on doing something similar. He would be a little disappointed if he didn’t.
Ah…wait…there it was. He quickly dunked his hand under the water to bring the flannel back up. He placed it gently on the side, making sure it wouldn’t fall off onto the floor and carried on washing his hair.

One step, two step, three step... Once Sasori reached the top of the stairs, he paused, heading for their room, first, as something occurred to him. Leeches, damnit! He still needed to feed them before they pulled a Zetsu and started eating each other! So, quickly, he entered the room, going straight to the foot of his bed and stooping down to grab the jar from the ground before leaving the room as quickly as he came and heading for the bathroom. He was not forgetting the creepy little buggers again.

The red-head stopped once he'd reached the bathroom door, frowning at the lack of normal shower-sounds. Not motivation to worry, of course - it could mean many things. Maybe Deidara was finished showering and was now toweling himself off and any minute now he'd be presented with the all-too awkward moment of a half-naked Deidara opening the door or something. Or it could simply mean he was taking a bath. Or, maybe, he had been taking a shower, but he turned it off to get out and slipped and broke his neck; though he'd certainly have heard something, even from downstairs, if that were the case...

He'd go with option two; bath. But still, might as well check. So, raising his jar-of-leeches-free hand, he proceeded to knock on the door twice. "You all right in there?" The tone was his usual couldn't-care-less monotone, though it wasn't like it reflected his thoughts. Accurately, anyway.

Deidara had just about finished rinsing his hair and was now looking for some decent conditioner to use. There were…what? Three to choose from. His own was in the shower, so that was out of the question. He could always go for the one that matched the shampoo bottle he’d just used. After all…that one did smell nice. And there was Itachi’s expensive salon brand…hm…He picked up both bottles and examined them before coming to a conclusion. Okay. As payback he’d pour all of that damned weasel’s wonderful conditioner down the sink and replace it with some of blue’s hair dye. That would be quite interesting. And he didn’t once think of the consequences of his actions. He just thought it would be pretty fucking funny. So he put Itachi’s conditioner on the floor and poured the chosen one’s contents onto his hand.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door. And then Sasori’s voice. Ah, so much for not being disturbed. The sculptor turned and looked over at the door. Wait…was the puppeteer…checking on him? No…surely not… ‘I’m fine, un!’ he called back, putting his hands into his hair to use the conditioner. ‘I’m gunna be a while so I wouldn’t wait for me to come out.’
Well…he still needed to wash himself and dispose of Itachi’s conditioner after all. And the red head didn’t like waiting.

Ah. Well, that was that then, eh? He was fine, nothing to worry about, and it seemed he'd be taking even longer. Bleeh. Sasori didn't bother replying to Deidara's answer, merely giving a small nod - even if it couldn't be seen, whatever - before heading back to and down the stairs. Neeh, and from the livingroom, it sounded like the commercials were over. He shifted on the spot for a moment before heading for the kitchen. Leeches first, television later. The poor things almost seemed lethargic...

He entered the kitchen, moving to the counter and placing his pretties down upon it. Stepping to the fridge, he opened it and merely peered inside. Rotten food, empty spaces, milk that was probably outdated by now, and--- ah! The red-head reached in, grabbing the tupperware container containing a human hand. Or... Most of it. It was missing a few fingers. Oh, whatever. He opened it and placed it on the counter, as well, before picking the jar back up and unscrewing the lid. Carefully, he reached in, picking up one leech at a time and placing them down on the hand. In no time, it seemed, they were latched on and sucking whatever blood was left in it, out.

This could take a while... Leeches took what, seven hours on average to feed? Then again, there were several leeches, and only one hand... Eh. He put the lid back on the now leechless jar, picking it and the tupperware container up before heading back to the livingroom. He could keep an eye on the suckers and watch the damned play, that way.

Deidara waited for a few seconds before decided that he wasn’t going to receive a reply from his partner. He was pretty sure he’d heard footsteps heading away from the door anyway. Yeah, he had just said Sasori didn’t need to wait, but he still would’ve liked it if he’d stayed regardless.
Meh, nevermind. He was going to spend the evening with him, so why was he bothered? Besides, it had been thoughtful of the red head to come up and check on him.
He shrugged and carried on with what he was doing. He’d try to be quick. That way he could get all he wanted to do out of the way and still be able to spend some time with Sasori before everyone came back from the shops. Yes…that’s what he’d do.
Once he was finally done, he climbed out of the bath and reached over for two towels off the rack. One was wrapped around his waist and the other in his hair. Okay…expensive conditioner now. The blond reached over and grabbed the bottle, an evil little smirk plastered over his lips. He unscrewed the lid and poured the entire contents of the bottle down the sink, rinsing it out, making sure none of it was left. The bottle was then placed on the side as the sculptor went to retrieve Blue-chan’s hair dye. At least….he hoped there was some in the cabinet. There was a possibility that blue was her natural hair colour. But that was probably not true. After pouring some of the liquid into the conditioner bottle, he realised that it wasn’t as thick as the liquid that had previously been in there. Hm…maybe pouring some of the conditioner he’d just used would make it less suspicious. He quickly did that and put everything back where he’d found them, pulled the plug out of the bath and quickly exited the room. Now all he needed to do was get dressed and dry his hair. He’d leave getting ready for the date for later.

Once he'd reached the livingroom once again, Sasori headed directly for the couch, sitting down before placing the jar and tupperware on the floor just below. And just so he didn't accidentally kick or disturb either jar or leeches, he crossed his legs, elbows on knees, head resting in his hands, before going back to watching the play, every so often peering down at his... 'Pets'. Hm. He'd only named the pale-bellied one, hadn't he? Then again, the rest of them all looked the same... Tch.

In between both the play and the leeches, the puppet's mind wandered off to what was going to be going on later on. The... Date. Hn. He was a bit overdue for a shower, and he didn't remember brushing his hair... Ever. Maybe he'd skip the second thing, though. He might not be able to feel pain, but he wasn't able to grow his hair back, so... Yeah, if it was just one giant mess of tangles and whatnot like he suspected, it was probably best to let it be... Reaching up, he experimentally ran a hand through his hair, twitching every time he found a snag. Didn't seem as bad as he'd thought - probably because it was short - but, still. And... Hm... Maybe he'd ask someone for advice once the rest of the members returned. Question was, 'who'. Not Deidara, as it wouldn't be a surprise or something, then. Uh... Actually, not anyone... The only one remotely 'safe' to ask would be Tobi, but he was an idiot and would probably accidentally say something to someone and bam, everyone would know, anyway. Okay, maybe he'd be better off not asking anyone...

... Tch. By now, the blind seer guy had finished his long-ass speech and the Oedipus puppet was ordering him to go, coupled with more rather fun-to-watch flailing - and... Heh... Oedipus puppet's hand flew off and he swore he heard someone say 'ow' in the background, and the audience couldn't help but chuckle, though the play went on as normal 'til the two left the stage and the chorus began it's own long-as-hell speech.

Once returning to the bathroom to retrieve his underwear and t-shirt, Deidara finally walked back to his and the puppeteer’s shared bedroom. He dumped the clothes on his bed. Those could be sorted out later on. No need to worry about them right now. His eyes travelled down to the floor, staring down at his discarded clothing from the day before. Hm…he hadn’t worn them much seeing as he’d only got up at dinner time. And he wasn’t going to wear them much that day either seeing as he was going to get changed for the date later on. He reached down and picked the shirt and trousers, laying them out neatly on his bed. Memories from the difficulty of getting dressed the night before were beginning to flood back into the blond’s mind. This was going to be fun wasn’t it?
He quickly finished drying himself off and got dressed. It was a little easier than the night before, despite the fact that the awful burning feeling was still there. Maybe it was because his arm in the cast wasn’t hurting as much. Hm…that reminded him of the antibiotics. Another thing that needed to be sorted out later on.
Once his hair was dried and brushed he exited the bedroom and quickly headed down the stairs. The first place the sculptor went to find Sasori was the kitchen. He had been there when he last saw him, hadn’t he? But apparently he wasn’t there. Hmm…wait…the television was on. That was the second place he checked and it appeared to be the correct place. He beamed, walking into the room. ‘Hey, Danna, un!’ he called, waggling his fingers at the puppeteer.
It seemed the Oedipus puppet had been hastily fixed before it reappeared on the stage. Was that... Duct tape? Then again, they hadn't had enough time for proper repairs... Though it was only a hand. Simple stuff. Neh, no matter - he peered down for a second at his leeches, of which were still busy sucking the bodiless hand dry. It looked sort of deflated by now, too. He made a subtly disgusted face before turning his attention back to the television, where it stayed, of course, until Deidara entered the room. Ah, just in the middle of mind-numbingly dull commercials, too. The current one was for some sort of chakra-enhanced nin-bubble mixture for kids or something... Bleh.

"Hello, Deidara." 'Course, his reply was a bit more quiet. Sort of more indoor voice-like. "You're just in time for part two." Oedipus at Colonus. He briefly wondered what puppets were going to be broken, there... And how they were going to do the Oedipus-being-taken-by-the-Gods thing... And if they had a horse puppet. Maybe they'd skip that, as they didn't seem that advanced. Ah! Too bad the blond had missed the whole angsty brooch-to-eye thing. It was slightly amusing - apparently this play was being put on, live, and whoever was controlling the Oedipus puppet kept missing the eyes...

The red-head patted the spot on the couch next to him, before glancing down at the leeches again. "Sit... Just make sure you don't step on the leeches or anything." Which would require stepping on the hand. Which would in turn be mildly amusing - but rather annoying at the same time...

Deidara beamed at the reaction he received. Wow…he’d really expected a usual apathetic “hnn” or “…hey…” or something like that. Wait…was this the book’s influence? Gah, he shouldn’t judge the puppeteer and just assume that if he did something nice it was merely because he’d decided to take what the book had said seriously.
He glanced at the television as he walked forward. Part two…What was he watching, anyway? It looked like it was the adverts, so yeah, he probably was in time for the second party of…whatever he’d been watching. Most probably something kiddy. It was around the time for kid’s television and the adverts reflected that.
Leeches? Hadn’t he had those…ah…there they were. The blond cringed as he saw the little…wriggly things latched onto that hand in the tub…mmm….delightful. He stepped over the tub and sat down on the sofa next to the red head, pulling his legs up and out of the way. He didn’t really want to be leech food after all. Shyly, he shuffled closer and rested his head on the other’s shoulder. He’d try pushing it a little. He seemed to be in a good mood and so far he came across as rather pleasant. The sculptor didn’t really think he’d be shoved away or anything. Although…he hadn’t been shoved away yet today.
‘So…’ he began. ‘What’re you watching?’ he asked, glancing up at him and then back to the television screen. Hm…should he try holding the other’s hand? …No…he’d try that after. Damn, this was really going to be hard to get used to. Doing things he’d always wanted to do to his Danna, but he’d never really thought through how he’d behave when the time came. Maybe it would’ve been wiser if Deidara had though ahead a little…but it was too late now, wasn’t it.

The red-head looked over at the blond as he sat near-by on the couch before turning his attention back to the television. Neh, they'd gone to another advertisement... Wood polish. How nice. Gah, were they playing more commercials just because of the scenery change or something...? Sasori rose a brow and looked back over at Deidara when he noticed the sculptor had rested his head on his shoulder. No, he wasn't going to shove the blond away, just... Give him a mildly questioning look. 'Til the question was asked. Good question, too.

"A puppet-play," he answered vaguely, waving a hand at the screen... Still showing ads. "I think it's live, and they've made a few mistakes so far. You missed when one of the puppet's hands flew off..." Probably the only thing on television he'd chatter about incessantly. Heh... "They're amateurs... The play is--"

"And now we bring you back to the Theban Plays; part two. Oedipus as Colonus. Don't forget that after this is another version of the Theban plays, a Kabuki interpretation. Now without further stalling..."

The puppeteer was silent for a second, before he lowered his hand. Couldn't have said it better, really. "... That." And once more the puppet's eyes were turned to the screen. The scenery had changed - part of the stage was stony and made to look like steps, part of the stage was supposed to look like a forest or something. A statue had been placed there, and... The Oedipus puppet had had a makeover, though it's hand was still attached with duct tape, and it was being lead but a girl-puppet that was soon introduced as Antigone through yet another long-winded speech.

At the questioning look he received, Deidara simply looked up at his partner and gave a little smile. This was what they did on the movies and he’d seen lots of other couples doing it when he’d been out of missions and on trips to the nearby village and such. Maybe Sasori just wasn’t really aware of this. Yeah, that was probably it.
He turned his attention back to the television when he got an answer to his question. ‘Oh,’ he replied. It just had to be puppets didn’t it? Mistakes? Then why was it on TV? Wasn’t it meant to be rehearsed, rehearsed and rehearsed again? But then again….seeing one of the puppet’s hands fall off would’ve been quite funny. Shame he had long hair that took forever to dry.
The blond giggled a little at the comment about them being amateurs. Of course they would be amateur in his eyes. Everyone who held a puppet was an amateur compared to the red head. And he knew it too! The younger of the two knew that as well. Sure, he didn’t really agree with the other’s opinion of what art was, but it was still pretty cool to see him beat the crap out of any opponent with a puppet.
He blinked at the title. Oedipus as Colonus…hm…that was…a mouthful. Was it Spanish or something? He hadn’t heard of it before. He turned to look at the puppeteer. ‘Hey, Danna?’ he asked. ‘I dun think I know this one. What’s it about, un?’ He wasn’t really familiar with these sort of things.

Neh, he wasn't really aware of it, indeed. He only observed people when it was useful. He didn't observe them with their significant others or spouses or whatnot - he hadn't seen much of a point... Though he'd probably make an effort to do so, now. That way he'd understand things a bit better. But, until then... He had to rely on guessing and the hope that said guessing didn't lead him to mess up. Or he could play it safe and act as clueless as he actually sort of was. Books could only help so much.

Anyway, he was probably over thinking it. The 'oh' caused him to smile slightly, though just barely. Yeah, he sort of knew Deidara wouldn't be overly enthusiastic. But... Eh, it wouldn't hurt him to watch it. Though the giggling earned the blond another little look before he chuckled, as well. And then rose a brow. Neh? He didn't know what the play was about? ... Sasori sighed. Yeah, he should've been expecting that. Well... He might as well explain to the best of his ability. By now Oedipus and Antigone had finished conversing and some weird country puppet had approached them.

Now, how to put it simply and yet, not boring as hell? Hmm... "It's... About a man who kills his father and saves some town from this... Monster, then marries his mother, has kids, then winds up finding all that out." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "His mother... Wife... Kills herself, he stabs his eyes out, and he and his daughters wind up leaving the town." He motioned to the television. "Now there at this place. Colonus." A shrug. "I don't remember what happens, I just know more people get killed and at least two people kill themselves in part three."

He listened as the storyline of the play was explained to him, eyes still locked on the television screen, giving a few nods every now and again. From the sounds of it, it really sounded like a rather cheery tale. Deidara glanced up at his partner. ‘Isn’t marrying your mom illegal?’ he asked. And they even had kids? He shuddered a little at the idea of it. Then shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. By the sounds of it…this…Oedipus guy had killed his dad so he could get him out the way and screw his mum.
What a messed up person…
Then again…it wasn’t much less than what some members of the Akatsuki had done. Sasori had ripped his parent’s body’s apart so he could use them as puppets, Itachi slaughtered his whole clan…and…well…the other’s were discreet, but might’ve done similar things.
Hah, the guy stabbed his eyes out as well! ‘So was his daughter a guide dog then, un?’ the blond asked in a jokey fashion. It wasn’t really a proper question. Just something that might be able to make Sasori chuckle again.
‘It sounds like some sort of Shakespeare play…one with a ridiculous plot, un…’ he commented, staring at the screen. Surely it was a little too early in the day to be showing something like this. Kids could be running around with scissors in their eye sockets, having sex with their mums and then committing suicide. Unless their mothers realised something was up before they reached the suicide part…
The sculptor leant a little closer to his partner, trying to link arms with the other’s. He had to pull away from the other position first, then lifting up the puppeteer’s arm and wrapping his own around it and then leaning back, resting his head on his shoulder again. ‘There…’

The question earned Deidara a bit of an odd stare from Sasori. It seemed the red-head was doing that a lot recently. Now... What...? Of course it was illegal to marry one's own mother. Even back then... Ah. He hadn't actually done a good job at explaining the friggin' play, had he? Oh well. "... Yes. But they didn't know they were related until after." 'Course for further clarification he could've gone on to point out several key things in the beginning... Or... Not, since he didn't exactly see the beginning... Oh, whatever. He'd just have to find the book or something later. It'd probably shed a bit more light on what the heck had happened... Or maybe there was a member in the organization that knew the play.

Either or. Yet again he peered down at the leeches before returning his attention to the television. Neeh, nothing really interesting was happening, yet. Just more long-winded chatter... Eh? He rose a brow at the guide dog thing, though didn't bother to take his eyes from the television to give the blond another look. "Actually... That's a good analogy." Albeit she was a very chatty little guide dog. Smirking just slightly, he gave the blond a bit of a side-glance. "I think you're becoming smarter," he mumbled, though in an equally jokey fashion. What? It just had to be said.

Hm. Shakespeare? "It's Greek." And the ridiculous plot thing... Um... Ancient Greek. Enough said. He wasn't even going to put it to words - although the plot was sort of possible, actually... But, even then, it wasn't like Shakespeare plays never had ridiculous plots, right? If he remembered correctly, didn't one of his plays have a part in them where a guy gets a spell cast on him by a fairy that in result gave him a donkey's head? Now, if that wasn't ridiculous...

Though the puppeteer did look over at the sculptor when he noticed the movement. He pretty much just watched as the blond lifted and wrapped an arm around one of the red-head's before sort-of returning to as he was before, head on a shoulder and all. Mind, he didn't comment, again returning his eyes to the television, though he did tilt his head a little to lightly rest against his partner's. Well, he might as well react to it somehow, right? And he was sort of at a loss as to 'how', so that'd have to do, in his opinion.

They didn’t know until after…well…that was as clear as mud. Deidara was about to go into another round of questioning the logic of the scenario. Wouldn’t the two look alike? And there would be quite an age difference. And the vicar really should’ve realised something was up when he was getting the two lovebirds married.
All in all, he decided that this probably wasn’t a true story.
At the comment on his little idea about the daughter being the guide dog, he grinned. ‘Really, un?’ he asked, looking up at his Danna. Should he really point out that it was only meant to be a joke?...naaah, he’d just play along with it. It would work as a pretty good spoof for the story anyway. And the comment on his intelligence made his grin widen. And that just proved that Sasori was wrong. It seemed like the sculptor would be blond until the day he died, clueless to everything. ‘Thank you, Danna!’ he giggled, not really aware that it had been meant as a joke.
Greek…the first thing that popped into the blond’s mind when that was said was myths. That was it! It was a Greek Myth! ‘Ohhhhh,’ he nodded slowly. ‘But some Shakespeare plays were set in Greece weren’t they, un?’ Romeo and Juliet was set in Spain after all. But Greek Myths and Shakespeare plays had two big differences. The myths were actually rather interesting. The plays just got boring after a few hundred ages of old English speak. Deidara had even found himself falling asleep during the Leonado DeCaprio version of the play.
When the red head had rested his own head against the blond’s, he smiled gently. Although he came across as clueless, he pretty much seemed to know what to do when put in this sort of situation. Maybe he wasn’t as clueless when it came to this sort of thing as he said he was.

The little question made the red-head nod just slightly. Why not? It sort of made sense... The old coot was blind and the girl was leading him around and all. 'Course if she were real she probably would protest being called a guide dog, but she wasn't, so... Yeah. "Really." Also, of course, he hadn't noticed it had simply been a joke. He'd thought the blond was being somewhat serious. And apparently it went the other way, too, as Deidara seemed to have thought he was being serious about the intelligence thing. Uh... Heh, yeah, he also wasn't going to point out the fact his statement was a bit of a joke, too. "... You're welcome."

By now, on the screen, Oedipus had launched into his longest speech in part two - well... The longest speech so far, anyway. There were bound to be longer, certainly... Did ancient Greeks actually speak like that? Ah, who knew, who knew... Hm? Another question - 'weren't some Shakespeare plays set in Greece', pretty much. He paused to think for a moment. Well... Maybe... He couldn't think of any, though... "Possibly." Ah, great, the question had him thinking now... It'd probably bug him until he found out the answer, too. Damnit. Another question to pose to whichever member seemed to know their plays... Assuming there was such a member.

Ah... Nuts. Commercials. Sasori mentally sighed - what time was it? Easiest way to check would be to turn the channel to one that had a clock... Thus, he reached over, groping for the remote - although, unfourtunately, said electronic device had been on the same side of the red-head at which the blond had sat. In result... He wound up groping the blond, instead. He paused for a moment when he noticed his little error, before snatching his hand away and staring solely at the television. "... I think you sat on the remote," he mumbled lamely, monotone as ever. Oh, if puppets could blush...

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Ha. It was simply laughable how the people running the elaborate little puppet show were pegged as 'professionals'. The only actually professional puppets he could see so far were that blind seer guy, when he made his entrance, and the attendant leading him, and they were obviously made by the same person. Ah! It must've been some sort of weird collaborated show or something; that would explain the varying levels of craftsmanship and control.

Tch, he really needed to just stop nitpicking and enjoy the damn show... Oh, look, Oedipus was getting pissed off at the blind guy. It was actually sort of amusing to watch - more so than it probably was to read. Though he was starting to like the characterizations. 'Specially the pissed-off king guy that was supposedly the harbinger of misfortune on the whole... Country, or whatever. The temper almost reminded Sasori of his own to an extent. 'Cept the king guy was a helluva lot more wordy and took less actual action. The only reason the play wasn't boring in that regard was because the person controlling the Oedipus-puppet was making said puppet flail around like a friggin' madman.

'Course, they just had to cut to commercials right after the chorus-puppets were done speaking... Neh. The red-head finally averted his eyes from the television screen, frowning thoughtfully. Deidara was taking quite a long time to take a shower, wasn't he? The puppeteer continued to sit where he was for a moment longer, indecisively pondering whether or not to just continue to watch television or go check on the blond. 'Course, his slightly worried 'check on the blond!' side of the little mental tug-of-war won out and he stood, heading out of the living room and toward the stairs. Sure, it was probably just nothing, but... Better safe than sorry, and all that, no?

Okay…get up…now. Wait…no…now…no…now. Urgh, why was this so comfortable?! Once Deidara had finally got his body to do what he wanted he finally sat up, the flannel falling off his head and landing in the water with a plop. And with all the bubbles it didn’t look like it would be easy to find it. And so, the blond went on his epic search to find the flannel. Which, after about a minute was proving to be futile. So he gave up and reached over for the shampoo bottle, pouring some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. That was one thing he disliked about bathing. The fact that he got to horrible taste of shampoo or body wash in his handmouths and it was a total bitch to get rid of too. If he recalled correctly, there’d been a number of occasions when the poor things had ended up coughing up bubbles. But they survived and were able to make decent clay sculptures afterwards. But then again…his handmouths were still recovering from being poisoned weren’t they? Even though they’d almost got back to the normal colour of skin.
He lathered the shampoo between his palms and then began washing his hair. He’d have to get it really clean for him to be presentable for the date later on. The blond just hoped that Sasori was planning on doing something similar. He would be a little disappointed if he didn’t.
Ah…wait…there it was. He quickly dunked his hand under the water to bring the flannel back up. He placed it gently on the side, making sure it wouldn’t fall off onto the floor and carried on washing his hair.

One step, two step, three step... Once Sasori reached the top of the stairs, he paused, heading for their room, first, as something occurred to him. Leeches, damnit! He still needed to feed them before they pulled a Zetsu and started eating each other! So, quickly, he entered the room, going straight to the foot of his bed and stooping down to grab the jar from the ground before leaving the room as quickly as he came and heading for the bathroom. He was not forgetting the creepy little buggers again.

The red-head stopped once he'd reached the bathroom door, frowning at the lack of normal shower-sounds. Not motivation to worry, of course - it could mean many things. Maybe Deidara was finished showering and was now toweling himself off and any minute now he'd be presented with the all-too awkward moment of a half-naked Deidara opening the door or something. Or it could simply mean he was taking a bath. Or, maybe, he had been taking a shower, but he turned it off to get out and slipped and broke his neck; though he'd certainly have heard something, even from downstairs, if that were the case...

He'd go with option two; bath. But still, might as well check. So, raising his jar-of-leeches-free hand, he proceeded to knock on the door twice. "You all right in there?" The tone was his usual couldn't-care-less monotone, though it wasn't like it reflected his thoughts. Accurately, anyway.

Deidara had just about finished rinsing his hair and was now looking for some decent conditioner to use. There were…what? Three to choose from. His own was in the shower, so that was out of the question. He could always go for the one that matched the shampoo bottle he’d just used. After all…that one did smell nice. And there was Itachi’s expensive salon brand…hm…He picked up both bottles and examined them before coming to a conclusion. Okay. As payback he’d pour all of that damned weasel’s wonderful conditioner down the sink and replace it with some of blue’s hair dye. That would be quite interesting. And he didn’t once think of the consequences of his actions. He just thought it would be pretty fucking funny. So he put Itachi’s conditioner on the floor and poured the chosen one’s contents onto his hand.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door. And then Sasori’s voice. Ah, so much for not being disturbed. The sculptor turned and looked over at the door. Wait…was the puppeteer…checking on him? No…surely not… ‘I’m fine, un!’ he called back, putting his hands into his hair to use the conditioner. ‘I’m gunna be a while so I wouldn’t wait for me to come out.’
Well…he still needed to wash himself and dispose of Itachi’s conditioner after all. And the red head didn’t like waiting.

Ah. Well, that was that then, eh? He was fine, nothing to worry about, and it seemed he'd be taking even longer. Bleeh. Sasori didn't bother replying to Deidara's answer, merely giving a small nod - even if it couldn't be seen, whatever - before heading back to and down the stairs. Neeh, and from the livingroom, it sounded like the commercials were over. He shifted on the spot for a moment before heading for the kitchen. Leeches first, television later. The poor things almost seemed lethargic...

He entered the kitchen, moving to the counter and placing his pretties down upon it. Stepping to the fridge, he opened it and merely peered inside. Rotten food, empty spaces, milk that was probably outdated by now, and--- ah! The red-head reached in, grabbing the tupperware container containing a human hand. Or... Most of it. It was missing a few fingers. Oh, whatever. He opened it and placed it on the counter, as well, before picking the jar back up and unscrewing the lid. Carefully, he reached in, picking up one leech at a time and placing them down on the hand. In no time, it seemed, they were latched on and sucking whatever blood was left in it, out.

This could take a while... Leeches took what, seven hours on average to feed? Then again, there were several leeches, and only one hand... Eh. He put the lid back on the now leechless jar, picking it and the tupperware container up before heading back to the livingroom. He could keep an eye on the suckers and watch the damned play, that way.

Deidara waited for a few seconds before decided that he wasn’t going to receive a reply from his partner. He was pretty sure he’d heard footsteps heading away from the door anyway. Yeah, he had just said Sasori didn’t need to wait, but he still would’ve liked it if he’d stayed regardless.
Meh, nevermind. He was going to spend the evening with him, so why was he bothered? Besides, it had been thoughtful of the red head to come up and check on him.
He shrugged and carried on with what he was doing. He’d try to be quick. That way he could get all he wanted to do out of the way and still be able to spend some time with Sasori before everyone came back from the shops. Yes…that’s what he’d do.
Once he was finally done, he climbed out of the bath and reached over for two towels off the rack. One was wrapped around his waist and the other in his hair. Okay…expensive conditioner now. The blond reached over and grabbed the bottle, an evil little smirk plastered over his lips. He unscrewed the lid and poured the entire contents of the bottle down the sink, rinsing it out, making sure none of it was left. The bottle was then placed on the side as the sculptor went to retrieve Blue-chan’s hair dye. At least….he hoped there was some in the cabinet. There was a possibility that blue was her natural hair colour. But that was probably not true. After pouring some of the liquid into the conditioner bottle, he realised that it wasn’t as thick as the liquid that had previously been in there. Hm…maybe pouring some of the conditioner he’d just used would make it less suspicious. He quickly did that and put everything back where he’d found them, pulled the plug out of the bath and quickly exited the room. Now all he needed to do was get dressed and dry his hair. He’d leave getting ready for the date for later.

Once he'd reached the livingroom once again, Sasori headed directly for the couch, sitting down before placing the jar and tupperware on the floor just below. And just so he didn't accidentally kick or disturb either jar or leeches, he crossed his legs, elbows on knees, head resting in his hands, before going back to watching the play, every so often peering down at his... 'Pets'. Hm. He'd only named the pale-bellied one, hadn't he? Then again, the rest of them all looked the same... Tch.

In between both the play and the leeches, the puppet's mind wandered off to what was going to be going on later on. The... Date. Hn. He was a bit overdue for a shower, and he didn't remember brushing his hair... Ever. Maybe he'd skip the second thing, though. He might not be able to feel pain, but he wasn't able to grow his hair back, so... Yeah, if it was just one giant mess of tangles and whatnot like he suspected, it was probably best to let it be... Reaching up, he experimentally ran a hand through his hair, twitching every time he found a snag. Didn't seem as bad as he'd thought - probably because it was short - but, still. And... Hm... Maybe he'd ask someone for advice once the rest of the members returned. Question was, 'who'. Not Deidara, as it wouldn't be a surprise or something, then. Uh... Actually, not anyone... The only one remotely 'safe' to ask would be Tobi, but he was an idiot and would probably accidentally say something to someone and bam, everyone would know, anyway. Okay, maybe he'd be better off not asking anyone...

... Tch. By now, the blind seer guy had finished his long-ass speech and the Oedipus puppet was ordering him to go, coupled with more rather fun-to-watch flailing - and... Heh... Oedipus puppet's hand flew off and he swore he heard someone say 'ow' in the background, and the audience couldn't help but chuckle, though the play went on as normal 'til the two left the stage and the chorus began it's own long-as-hell speech.

Once returning to the bathroom to retrieve his underwear and t-shirt, Deidara finally walked back to his and the puppeteer’s shared bedroom. He dumped the clothes on his bed. Those could be sorted out later on. No need to worry about them right now. His eyes travelled down to the floor, staring down at his discarded clothing from the day before. Hm…he hadn’t worn them much seeing as he’d only got up at dinner time. And he wasn’t going to wear them much that day either seeing as he was going to get changed for the date later on. He reached down and picked the shirt and trousers, laying them out neatly on his bed. Memories from the difficulty of getting dressed the night before were beginning to flood back into the blond’s mind. This was going to be fun wasn’t it?
He quickly finished drying himself off and got dressed. It was a little easier than the night before, despite the fact that the awful burning feeling was still there. Maybe it was because his arm in the cast wasn’t hurting as much. Hm…that reminded him of the antibiotics. Another thing that needed to be sorted out later on.
Once his hair was dried and brushed he exited the bedroom and quickly headed down the stairs. The first place the sculptor went to find Sasori was the kitchen. He had been there when he last saw him, hadn’t he? But apparently he wasn’t there. Hmm…wait…the television was on. That was the second place he checked and it appeared to be the correct place. He beamed, walking into the room. ‘Hey, Danna, un!’ he called, waggling his fingers at the puppeteer.
It seemed the Oedipus puppet had been hastily fixed before it reappeared on the stage. Was that... Duct tape? Then again, they hadn't had enough time for proper repairs... Though it was only a hand. Simple stuff. Neh, no matter - he peered down for a second at his leeches, of which were still busy sucking the bodiless hand dry. It looked sort of deflated by now, too. He made a subtly disgusted face before turning his attention back to the television, where it stayed, of course, until Deidara entered the room. Ah, just in the middle of mind-numbingly dull commercials, too. The current one was for some sort of chakra-enhanced nin-bubble mixture for kids or something... Bleh.

"Hello, Deidara." 'Course, his reply was a bit more quiet. Sort of more indoor voice-like. "You're just in time for part two." Oedipus at Colonus. He briefly wondered what puppets were going to be broken, there... And how they were going to do the Oedipus-being-taken-by-the-Gods thing... And if they had a horse puppet. Maybe they'd skip that, as they didn't seem that advanced. Ah! Too bad the blond had missed the whole angsty brooch-to-eye thing. It was slightly amusing - apparently this play was being put on, live, and whoever was controlling the Oedipus puppet kept missing the eyes...

The red-head patted the spot on the couch next to him, before glancing down at the leeches again. "Sit... Just make sure you don't step on the leeches or anything." Which would require stepping on the hand. Which would in turn be mildly amusing - but rather annoying at the same time...

Deidara beamed at the reaction he received. Wow…he’d really expected a usual apathetic “hnn” or “…hey…” or something like that. Wait…was this the book’s influence? Gah, he shouldn’t judge the puppeteer and just assume that if he did something nice it was merely because he’d decided to take what the book had said seriously.
He glanced at the television as he walked forward. Part two…What was he watching, anyway? It looked like it was the adverts, so yeah, he probably was in time for the second party of…whatever he’d been watching. Most probably something kiddy. It was around the time for kid’s television and the adverts reflected that.
Leeches? Hadn’t he had those…ah…there they were. The blond cringed as he saw the little…wriggly things latched onto that hand in the tub…mmm….delightful. He stepped over the tub and sat down on the sofa next to the red head, pulling his legs up and out of the way. He didn’t really want to be leech food after all. Shyly, he shuffled closer and rested his head on the other’s shoulder. He’d try pushing it a little. He seemed to be in a good mood and so far he came across as rather pleasant. The sculptor didn’t really think he’d be shoved away or anything. Although…he hadn’t been shoved away yet today.
‘So…’ he began. ‘What’re you watching?’ he asked, glancing up at him and then back to the television screen. Hm…should he try holding the other’s hand? …No…he’d try that after. Damn, this was really going to be hard to get used to. Doing things he’d always wanted to do to his Danna, but he’d never really thought through how he’d behave when the time came. Maybe it would’ve been wiser if Deidara had though ahead a little…but it was too late now, wasn’t it.

The red-head looked over at the blond as he sat near-by on the couch before turning his attention back to the television. Neh, they'd gone to another advertisement... Wood polish. How nice. Gah, were they playing more commercials just because of the scenery change or something...? Sasori rose a brow and looked back over at Deidara when he noticed the sculptor had rested his head on his shoulder. No, he wasn't going to shove the blond away, just... Give him a mildly questioning look. 'Til the question was asked. Good question, too.

"A puppet-play," he answered vaguely, waving a hand at the screen... Still showing ads. "I think it's live, and they've made a few mistakes so far. You missed when one of the puppet's hands flew off..." Probably the only thing on television he'd chatter about incessantly. Heh... "They're amateurs... The play is--"

"And now we bring you back to the Theban Plays; part two. Oedipus as Colonus. Don't forget that after this is another version of the Theban plays, a Kabuki interpretation. Now without further stalling..."

The puppeteer was silent for a second, before he lowered his hand. Couldn't have said it better, really. "... That." And once more the puppet's eyes were turned to the screen. The scenery had changed - part of the stage was stony and made to look like steps, part of the stage was supposed to look like a forest or something. A statue had been placed there, and... The Oedipus puppet had had a makeover, though it's hand was still attached with duct tape, and it was being lead but a girl-puppet that was soon introduced as Antigone through yet another long-winded speech.

At the questioning look he received, Deidara simply looked up at his partner and gave a little smile. This was what they did on the movies and he’d seen lots of other couples doing it when he’d been out of missions and on trips to the nearby village and such. Maybe Sasori just wasn’t really aware of this. Yeah, that was probably it.
He turned his attention back to the television when he got an answer to his question. ‘Oh,’ he replied. It just had to be puppets didn’t it? Mistakes? Then why was it on TV? Wasn’t it meant to be rehearsed, rehearsed and rehearsed again? But then again….seeing one of the puppet’s hands fall off would’ve been quite funny. Shame he had long hair that took forever to dry.
The blond giggled a little at the comment about them being amateurs. Of course they would be amateur in his eyes. Everyone who held a puppet was an amateur compared to the red head. And he knew it too! The younger of the two knew that as well. Sure, he didn’t really agree with the other’s opinion of what art was, but it was still pretty cool to see him beat the crap out of any opponent with a puppet.
He blinked at the title. Oedipus as Colonus…hm…that was…a mouthful. Was it Spanish or something? He hadn’t heard of it before. He turned to look at the puppeteer. ‘Hey, Danna?’ he asked. ‘I dun think I know this one. What’s it about, un?’ He wasn’t really familiar with these sort of things.

Neh, he wasn't really aware of it, indeed. He only observed people when it was useful. He didn't observe them with their significant others or spouses or whatnot - he hadn't seen much of a point... Though he'd probably make an effort to do so, now. That way he'd understand things a bit better. But, until then... He had to rely on guessing and the hope that said guessing didn't lead him to mess up. Or he could play it safe and act as clueless as he actually sort of was. Books could only help so much.

Anyway, he was probably over thinking it. The 'oh' caused him to smile slightly, though just barely. Yeah, he sort of knew Deidara wouldn't be overly enthusiastic. But... Eh, it wouldn't hurt him to watch it. Though the giggling earned the blond another little look before he chuckled, as well. And then rose a brow. Neh? He didn't know what the play was about? ... Sasori sighed. Yeah, he should've been expecting that. Well... He might as well explain to the best of his ability. By now Oedipus and Antigone had finished conversing and some weird country puppet had approached them.

Now, how to put it simply and yet, not boring as hell? Hmm... "It's... About a man who kills his father and saves some town from this... Monster, then marries his mother, has kids, then winds up finding all that out." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "His mother... Wife... Kills herself, he stabs his eyes out, and he and his daughters wind up leaving the town." He motioned to the television. "Now there at this place. Colonus." A shrug. "I don't remember what happens, I just know more people get killed and at least two people kill themselves in part three."

He listened as the storyline of the play was explained to him, eyes still locked on the television screen, giving a few nods every now and again. From the sounds of it, it really sounded like a rather cheery tale. Deidara glanced up at his partner. ‘Isn’t marrying your mom illegal?’ he asked. And they even had kids? He shuddered a little at the idea of it. Then shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. By the sounds of it…this…Oedipus guy had killed his dad so he could get him out the way and screw his mum.
What a messed up person…
Then again…it wasn’t much less than what some members of the Akatsuki had done. Sasori had ripped his parent’s body’s apart so he could use them as puppets, Itachi slaughtered his whole clan…and…well…the other’s were discreet, but might’ve done similar things.
Hah, the guy stabbed his eyes out as well! ‘So was his daughter a guide dog then, un?’ the blond asked in a jokey fashion. It wasn’t really a proper question. Just something that might be able to make Sasori chuckle again.
‘It sounds like some sort of Shakespeare play…one with a ridiculous plot, un…’ he commented, staring at the screen. Surely it was a little too early in the day to be showing something like this. Kids could be running around with scissors in their eye sockets, having sex with their mums and then committing suicide. Unless their mothers realised something was up before they reached the suicide part…
The sculptor leant a little closer to his partner, trying to link arms with the other’s. He had to pull away from the other position first, then lifting up the puppeteer’s arm and wrapping his own around it and then leaning back, resting his head on his shoulder again. ‘There…’

The question earned Deidara a bit of an odd stare from Sasori. It seemed the red-head was doing that a lot recently. Now... What...? Of course it was illegal to marry one's own mother. Even back then... Ah. He hadn't actually done a good job at explaining the friggin' play, had he? Oh well. "... Yes. But they didn't know they were related until after." 'Course for further clarification he could've gone on to point out several key things in the beginning... Or... Not, since he didn't exactly see the beginning... Oh, whatever. He'd just have to find the book or something later. It'd probably shed a bit more light on what the heck had happened... Or maybe there was a member in the organization that knew the play.

Either or. Yet again he peered down at the leeches before returning his attention to the television. Neeh, nothing really interesting was happening, yet. Just more long-winded chatter... Eh? He rose a brow at the guide dog thing, though didn't bother to take his eyes from the television to give the blond another look. "Actually... That's a good analogy." Albeit she was a very chatty little guide dog. Smirking just slightly, he gave the blond a bit of a side-glance. "I think you're becoming smarter," he mumbled, though in an equally jokey fashion. What? It just had to be said.

Hm. Shakespeare? "It's Greek." And the ridiculous plot thing... Um... Ancient Greek. Enough said. He wasn't even going to put it to words - although the plot was sort of possible, actually... But, even then, it wasn't like Shakespeare plays never had ridiculous plots, right? If he remembered correctly, didn't one of his plays have a part in them where a guy gets a spell cast on him by a fairy that in result gave him a donkey's head? Now, if that wasn't ridiculous...

Though the puppeteer did look over at the sculptor when he noticed the movement. He pretty much just watched as the blond lifted and wrapped an arm around one of the red-head's before sort-of returning to as he was before, head on a shoulder and all. Mind, he didn't comment, again returning his eyes to the television, though he did tilt his head a little to lightly rest against his partner's. Well, he might as well react to it somehow, right? And he was sort of at a loss as to 'how', so that'd have to do, in his opinion.

They didn’t know until after…well…that was as clear as mud. Deidara was about to go into another round of questioning the logic of the scenario. Wouldn’t the two look alike? And there would be quite an age difference. And the vicar really should’ve realised something was up when he was getting the two lovebirds married.
All in all, he decided that this probably wasn’t a true story.
At the comment on his little idea about the daughter being the guide dog, he grinned. ‘Really, un?’ he asked, looking up at his Danna. Should he really point out that it was only meant to be a joke?...naaah, he’d just play along with it. It would work as a pretty good spoof for the story anyway. And the comment on his intelligence made his grin widen. And that just proved that Sasori was wrong. It seemed like the sculptor would be blond until the day he died, clueless to everything. ‘Thank you, Danna!’ he giggled, not really aware that it had been meant as a joke.
Greek…the first thing that popped into the blond’s mind when that was said was myths. That was it! It was a Greek Myth! ‘Ohhhhh,’ he nodded slowly. ‘But some Shakespeare plays were set in Greece weren’t they, un?’ Romeo and Juliet was set in Spain after all. But Greek Myths and Shakespeare plays had two big differences. The myths were actually rather interesting. The plays just got boring after a few hundred ages of old English speak. Deidara had even found himself falling asleep during the Leonado DeCaprio version of the play.
When the red head had rested his own head against the blond’s, he smiled gently. Although he came across as clueless, he pretty much seemed to know what to do when put in this sort of situation. Maybe he wasn’t as clueless when it came to this sort of thing as he said he was.

The little question made the red-head nod just slightly. Why not? It sort of made sense... The old coot was blind and the girl was leading him around and all. 'Course if she were real she probably would protest being called a guide dog, but she wasn't, so... Yeah. "Really." Also, of course, he hadn't noticed it had simply been a joke. He'd thought the blond was being somewhat serious. And apparently it went the other way, too, as Deidara seemed to have thought he was being serious about the intelligence thing. Uh... Heh, yeah, he also wasn't going to point out the fact his statement was a bit of a joke, too. "... You're welcome."

By now, on the screen, Oedipus had launched into his longest speech in part two - well... The longest speech so far, anyway. There were bound to be longer, certainly... Did ancient Greeks actually speak like that? Ah, who knew, who knew... Hm? Another question - 'weren't some Shakespeare plays set in Greece', pretty much. He paused to think for a moment. Well... Maybe... He couldn't think of any, though... "Possibly." Ah, great, the question had him thinking now... It'd probably bug him until he found out the answer, too. Damnit. Another question to pose to whichever member seemed to know their plays... Assuming there was such a member.

Ah... Nuts. Commercials. Sasori mentally sighed - what time was it? Easiest way to check would be to turn the channel to one that had a clock... Thus, he reached over, groping for the remote - although, unfourtunately, said electronic device had been on the same side of the red-head at which the blond had sat. In result... He wound up groping the blond, instead. He paused for a moment when he noticed his little error, before snatching his hand away and staring solely at the television. "... I think you sat on the remote," he mumbled lamely, monotone as ever. Oh, if puppets could blush...