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Given that sigh, the ginger concluded the blond did think he'd use such silly things as blackmail. He rolled his eyes, deciding that it was best not to comment on his partner's hair colour... Out loud. Bah, blonds. He watched when Deidara got up and went for the door, blinking a few times curiously. 'Til the tray was simply placed outside, anyway -- he'd thought he'd said that 'blonds' thing verbally after all... Looked like he was in the clear. "Better than what I can make?," he inquired half-way curiously. Not meaning anything by the question, of course... He observed as the before-pizza position was retaken before looking back to the movie.

Sasori nodded slightly at his partner's statement; it made logical sense. Until the real culprits were revealed, anyway... And in a sense he could 'emphasize' with them, well... Sort of. More so when their reasoning was put into words by the blond. Yep. He could very well understand where they were coming from, all right. "It's actually quite satisfying to kill annoying people," he pointed out nonchalantly. As stupid as it may seem to other people...

... There was nothing quite like hearing them scream as one puppetised someone very irritating while they were still conscious and able to feel it. Or hell, just doing what everyone had the ability and know-how to do and just plain killing them slowly and painfully. Gods knew there were, indeed, times... Ehm. Anyway, not the moment for such thoughts.

Even though the blond hadn’t really eaten much of Sasori’s food, he could tell that his partner was, indeed, a very talented chef. He’d never come across a chef that couldn’t eat his own meals before. It was a little bit sad really…ah, well. It didn’t seem to bother the red head all that much. ‘Nah, your food’s much better. More taste and stuff, un,’ he replied, grinning. Which was true. Even though the kiddy pizza had been nice, his breakfast that morning, prepared by the puppeteer had been much better. And healthier.
Deidara pouted a little, watching as all the evil grim reaper people began chasing the policeman. Whilst doing that, he considered what his partner had just said. He had to agree with him a little bit. There had been many times that he’d threatened to kill Tobi for being annoying. Killing him would definitely be “satisfying.” But Tobi did lots of annoying things. Those people were hardly annoying. Just slightly irritating. The sculptor gave a little shrug. ‘…I guess…but it does depend on the person, un,’ he replied.

Obviously Deidara's answer was the right one - not like there'd been a wrong one, but... Yeah. The red-head smiled a little, not verbally replying but making a mental note to try cooking more often... Although it would be sort of strange if he spontaneously volunteered back at HQ, wouldn't it? In more ways than one... And 'sort of' was an understatement. Their secrecy for one thing, was starting to be a bother, and it had only come into play... Really recently. If anything, only effectively that day.

Then again, the rest of the organization probably wouldn't agree to the volunteer thing. Besides, it would get annoying. Well, there went that idea.

Seconds later he re-focussed on the movie. And seconds after that, back to the blond. "... True." Take the sculptor, for instance - Sasori glanced over at him in an almost contemplative fashion. "Though I think instances where it depends are rare." Then again, he was only speaking from personal experience. Currently, given the unspoken rules, no matter how irritating fellow Akatsuki got, it was sort of unwise to kill them. Leader would get pissed, for one... If that weren't the case, mind, there was only one person thus far he wouldn't do in intentionally, and as for 'who' that was... That was quite obvious, as well.

Deidara noticed the smile and giggled, nuzzling his partner’s cheek fondly. ‘But I don’t love your food as much as I love yooou~’ he cooed, talking in a babyish voice. It was hard not to when they were in such a good mood. Well…considering the two hadn’t argued for a while and seemed to be getting along pretty well, he thought were in a good mood. And if compliments made Sasori smile, then the blond would just have to smother him with them to make him smile more.
He wasn’t too sure what to say in reply to his partner’s comment. The only person he wanted to kill for simply being annoying was dear sweet Tobi. There had also been people in the past who he’d known to be slightly annoying. They had been very similar to those murder victims from the movie. But killing people like that was just a little stupid. They hadn’t done much to deserve to die. Except maybe that woman with the annoying laugh. She was quite annoying. ‘But would you have killed any of those people?’ the sculptor asked before almost jumping out of his skin when the poor policeman got shot by his chubby friend.

Sasori blinked a few times curiously when the blond giggled and, of all things, nuzzled him. He was sort of lost as to why, but didn't bother to ask, chuckling quietly instead at both Deidara's antics and his words. "That's good..," was his half-assed response. He paused a moment before coming to such a conclusion, quietly and almost more to himself tacking on an, "I love you, too," a short moment later. Though it probably wasn't the most confident statement ever.

The apparent silence made him rethink what's he'd said a moment ago - about how the not killing annoying people was a rare thing or something. Maybe it was the wrong sort of thing to say? Why the hell was he worrying, if it was? Thankfully it appeared that it hadn't been, either way. He was silent for a moment to consider the question before he shrugged, not even batting a eye at what had happened on the screen. In turn finding the sculptor's reaction rather amusing. Anyway... "If my goals were the same as theirs, yes. If not, I wouldn't have found them annoying as I wouldn't have even noticed them."

... Well... Except for maybe the statue guy. That one was hard not to notice, but he was more idiotic than annoying.

There it was again…those three little words…well, four but whatever. Deidara was planning on asking his partner whether or not he meant it, but instead, he gave a quite content sigh, imagining what it would be like if the red head really did love him. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Then again…it would be pretty similar to how they were behaving now. The blond was far too modest and shy to do anything more. Heck, kissing alone was enough to make his face go as red as a tomato.
After a few moments he glanced at his partner, deciding that, yes, he should ask. ‘…Do you mean it this time?’ he asked. ‘…Properly…or still in the friendly way?’ Pretty quick decision if it were the former. If not...perhaps he should suggest something for the other to say instead of “I love you too.” Just to save asking everytime.
The thought of Sasori being part of a neighbourhood watch group, desperate to win “Village of the Year” was enough to make the sculptor giggle quietly. ‘So…you would kill them if you were part of that group of old fogies, un?’ Coz…they were old…he didn’t exactly know how old the puppeteer was…but surely not that old. Most of those people were going grey.

Taking the sigh as a sign that he wasn't going to be questioned, he focussed more on the movie for the moment, though that didn't quite stop him from questioning himself. Had he actually meant it, or was he replying like so for the sake of doing so?... He still wasn't completely sure of the answer. And really, was already beginning to doubt he would - and if the answer was going to take time to truly answer... Well, he was impatient.

It sort of irked Sasori when The Question was asked. After he'd deemed it safe that it wasn't going to be, no less... He kept his attention to the screen for a moment before looking over at Deidara. Eh... What harm could it do... "This time, yes... The proper way." Knowing his luck he was going to regret that probable lie later on, but he'd deal with that if it happened. Or try to. Without doing or saying anything else he'd regret.

He blinked at the giggle that had followed his reply to the other question, nodding without having to think, while also reminding himself that the old fogies thing hadn't been directed to him. "Yes. Though I wouldn't leave their bodies to rot underground." Even though the majority of the people those movie-people killed weren't really worthy of being puppetised... It would stem off boredom. Considering he hadn't seen anyone in that movie worthy or useful enough to become art.

Feeling a little eager for a reply, the blond watched his partner keenly, waiting to hear the answer. He was expecting it to the same as before (just friendly), but the answer he got caused his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop slightly. After a few seconds he soon regained his composure before squealing ‘YAAAAAY’ and glomping the poor puppeteer, pushing him down onto the bed and smothering his face with kisses. ‘I knew it!’ he said happily between kisses. ‘I knew you’d learn to love me, un!’
Words couldn’t describe the happiness and excitement filling up the young sculptor at that moment in time. He had been prepared to wait days, even weeks…wait…he was dying in a couple of days. Ah, whatever. He was willing to wait any length of time for Sasori to confess his love. But to think it had happened this quickly was fantastic!
Deidara soon stopped kissing his partner and rested his head on his chest, sighing happily. This was all he’d wanted. For Sasori to love him. And the poor thing thought it was all true too.
He lifted his head, looking slightly confused at the speak of bodies. What? Oh! The movie…right…the blond had actually forgotten about that. ‘…Then where would you put them?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side. ‘They’d get smelly and stuff after a while, wouldn’t they, un?’

If Sasori had had magical powers that allowed him to go back in time, he would have, most likely, to say it had been the friendly way rather than the proper way. Really, he hadn't been expecting his partner's reaction to consist of more or less bowling him over and kissing him... Well, a lot. Though he made no move to protest or push Deidara away, at any rate, merely staring owlishly and almost startled. More so at the squeal that had preceded the actions. Really! He hadn't been caught off-guard. Pfft.

... Right.

A monotonous, if not just slightly unsure, "Yeah..," was pretty much his only reply to it all, after the blond had settled down. The ginger propped himself up slightly so he could peer at the sculptor, unblinking until those rather odd questions were asked. He sent a brief look over to the television before moving a hand up to idly 'trace' random shapes onto the blond's back. For the love of... The answer was just painstakingly obvious. "And what do I make puppets out of?"

Even though Deidara found it a little odd as to why his partner had looked so surprised after his rather…extravagant show of affection, the fact that he hadn’t been shoved off Sasori was quite a good sign. Maybe he really was telling the truth…He did love him! He did! And with that in mind, he rolled off the other before snuggling back up to him, not really paying much attention to the TV anymore. Last he checked, that policeman guy was getting owned by his so-called “friend.” The movie had to be over now he was dead, right?
He was busy playing with the puppeteer’s hair, a huge grin on his face when the question came. The sculptor didn’t need to think twice about an answer. ‘…You make them out of people, un,’ he replied. But it took a while for him to realise that the bodies wouldn’t really have time to go rotten and smelly. Sasori wouldn’t really just leave them underground. ‘Ohhhhh, right!’ he said, laughing uneasily, before shifting a little to rest his nose in the mess of red hair. ‘But would you really use all of them? Even those ugly teenagers, un?’

Thankfully, it seemed, any display of startlement he'd given hadn't been construed as anything... Unfourtunate. Sasori was inwardly happy when Deidara had rolled off, blinking when he was instead snuggled up to. Clingy. Ah, well, he couldn't complain... Or shouldn't, rather. He knew the blond was the overly excitable sort, on some things... After a moment's hesitation, thoughts about the movie going down a similar path as to his partner's, he returned the snuggling, more or less, smiling a little.

It was a pity, he noted, that he hadn't a sense of touch anymore. Mm... His brows rose at the grin, and when the answer came he of course nodded a little. "Yes..." ... Although it didn't seem like the sculptor had gotten what he had been imply-- ah, nevermind. It seemed he comprehended, after all, though it was his turn to find something odd about the blond; he didn't sound... Mm, well... Ah, he couldn't pinpoint the word. When his partner shifted, he hmm'd quietly, and considered the following questions. "Well..." They probably didn't have any value. They weren't even pretty. "Probably not. I doubt even Zetsu would go near them." Who knew what diseases they'd been carrying? They were almost like rats.

The blond had shut his eyes for a brief moment, concentrating more on what Sasori’s hair smelt like. It was quite soothing actually. No doubt he would drift off to sleep rather quickly that night, exposed to his partner’s smell. He really hated those nights where he’d just lie awake, counting sheep and not making any progress in dozing off.
When the puppeteer reacted positively to the snuggling, he grinned, draping one arm around him and sighing happily. ‘…Your hair smells so nice, un,’ he mumbled quietly. Yes, the TV was completely forgotten. Quite surprising when there were the sounds of gunshots and old fogies screaming whilst brandishing large weapons.
Deidara giggled at his partner’s reply. It really was something if there was a dead body that Zetsu wouldn’t touch. ‘But I bet you could make some pretty freaky puppets outta those guys, un,’ he sniggered. ‘You wouldn’t even have to fight! Just stand there with the puppet of that spotty ginger one and it’ll scare the crap out of your opponent!’

Meanwhile, the red-head was pondering a few things... Or... One thing, anyway. If the blond fell asleep while they were cuddling at any time, he wouldn't be able to carry out the first version of his little... Plan. Then again, in that case... Well, it was most likely not the hotel's movie, anyway. Who would miss it?... Exactly. No one.

Sasori took note of when Deidara draped an arm around him before doing the same. Yes, at the moment he was more or less mimicking the sculptor--but he was at a loss as to what to do on his own at the moment, so why not? Albeit the quiet comment made him blink. "Thank-you..." Now, if only he could return said comment without pretty much lying. Hm. He moved a little so he could look at his partner's face, pausing a moment before moving the arm he'd used to mimic the blond's movements to play with a strand of his hair for a moment. "... And yours is pretty." And he wasn't just saying that--of course--as it was.

Anyway, out from Compliment Land... The ginger rose a brow when the blond giggled, looking rather amused, himself. More so at the response. "Now that you mention it, I probably could," he agreed. Though of course, the next two sentences out of his fellow artist's mouth made him smile one of those rather eerie smiles. Albeit a toned down version. Sort of. This time he moved so he could lean over and whisper in his partner's ear, "I hope you aren't implying that gingers are scary, Deidara."

Even though, erm... Some gingers could be scary. Not naming anyone, of course...

Deidara looked down a little to watch his partner’s arm move to drape around him too. Oh, so he was copying him? He was tempted to call the puppeteer’s movements cute, but decided not to. It might not be taken very well. He simply shifted a little closer to the other, his nose still in the mess of red hair. He sighed happily at the little compliment, giggling a little at the feeling of his hair being played with again. ‘Thank you, un,’ he replied, leaning forward to kiss Sasori’s nose gently. Deciding it was now time for himself to do some mimicking, the sculptor too moved his arm that was wrapped around his partner to the back of his head, playing with his hair.
He giggled quietly, feeling quite proud of himself for amusing the red head. ‘It would be a lot easier than fighting too. You just bring out an ugly puppet and you win, un!’
The blond didn’t really sense danger when Sasori’s lips crept into one of those smirks. However, he did shift a little when the other moved to whisper in his ear. He paused for a moment before giving an uneasy laugh. ‘Well…you do have your moments, Danna!’ he replied, hoping that was the right thing to say. It was true…really. Sasori wasn’t always scary. He hadn’t been scary for ages…ages being a few hours.

Sasori smiled a bit when the blond had giggled again after shifting slightly closer, quietly mumbling a, "You're welcome," after the reply. Though he blinked--more or less out of faint surprise--when Deidara had leaned forward to kiss his nose and not a moment later mimic his mimicking. After which he chuckled quietly, as well as shortly, contemplating whether or not he should continue the 'mimic game', so to speak.

Though he noted soon after, he took too long contemplating such. He would have tilted his head when the sculptor giggled, curiously, though said curiosity dissipated seconds later. "Indeed. Though it would have to be blindingly ugly, as just plain 'ugly' is easy enough to get use to," he mumbled. Sort of. He had lived with his grandmother for a while when he was a child and lived, hadn't he? And she wasn't the prettiest thing ever... Anyway...

Back to the more 'pressing' topic, the puppeteer's eerie smirk grew a little at the uneasy-sounding laugh. Although he did have to agree with his partner, there... "That's true, I guess." After a short moment's consideration, he lightly kissed the tip of Deidara's ear before settling back down, looking the epitome of innocence.

Ah, screw it. Sasori was just being too adorable. He couldn’t take this badly. He was in such a good mood! The blond leant forward and nuzzled the other’s neck, resting his head under the other’s chin. Okay, now he couldn’t copy that. ‘You’re too cute, Danna, un,’ he giggled. He closed his eyes slowly, pretty much ready to fall asleep there and then. ‘Mm…turn the TV off, un…It’s noisy.’
Heh…this was coming from someone who enjoyed making loud noises. Explosions mainly.
Anyway, he lifted his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. ‘Danna…that guy is probably the most ugliest thing ever, un!’ The kid’s mother probably didn’t think so, but still…he wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes. ‘I’m sure if you puppetised him and made him just a little big uglier, you’d be unbeatable!’
When the red head kissed the top of his ear, he gripped him tightly. Okay, so it’d been a very light kiss, but it still caused Deidara to tense up and blush furiously. But he didn’t say anything. He just gripped the puppeteer tightly.

Hm... It seemed the 'mimic game' had come to an end, the ginger noted, considering the blond's last actions. He idly--and carefully, so as not to pull any--combed his hand through his partner's hair, pausing at the giggle-followed enlightenment. Of course, he was also thanking logic that puppets couldn't blush. Mind, that little reverie was broken at the sleepy little request. "All right..." ... Now how to get out of the mini-embrace without moving Deidara too much...

Though it soon seemed like that wouldn't be a problem. Apparently the sculptor hadn't drifted off to Dreamland yet. Sasori shrugged a shoulder after the response, frowning almost contemplatively. "Probably... But I'm not good at making things ugly." Even though there were probably enough people out there that would protest that statement... It took a certain type of person to see puppets as anything but creepy and the like. Well, battle-puppets, anyway.

He blinked when he noticed the blond's silence and tight grip after the ear thing, looking at him curiously. Ah... He was a little red in the face... Blush, fever, what? "... Are you all right?"

After a few moments of just laying there, his face still red as a tomato, the blond shifted away from his partner slightly, nodding his head. ‘Y-yeah…I’m fine, un,’ he replied, looking away a little. He untangled himself from Sasori’s arms and moved to sit up, quickly getting off the bed. ‘I’m gonna go get ready for bed. I could feel myself dozing off just then, un,’ he announced, quickly picking up his bag and digging out the make-up wipes, his toothbrush, toothpaste and nightie…t-shirt…thing. ‘It would’ve been a little awkward for you if I fell asleep there and then, un!’ he laughed uneasily before heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
Damn it! Why did he have to be so sensitive to the lightest touch? He’d just completely embarrassed himself! After shaking his head a few times, trying to get rid of the blush, Deidara began to strip, leaving only his underwear on and slipping the t-shirt over his head. He then proceeded to wipe off all the make-up he’d put on his eyes. The sculptor made a mental note to buy some of that stuff for himself. It really made him look…well…pretty. Plus there wasn’t a chance he’d get caught by Konan for using her make-up. Not like he ever saw her, but there was always that chance.

The ginger started wondering if he'd done something wrong when the blond shifted away a bit, nodding a little as well at the reply. His curiosity grew a little when Deidara untangled himself and got up and--ah. Right. Sasori sat up as well, watching the sculptor get what he needed from the bag he'd brought. "Okay." Seemed he was just tired, then. He smiled briefly at the exclamation, agreeing with a, "Yes, it would have," as he watched his partner head off to the bathroom.

Well, it seemed there wasn't anything to worry about, then.

His attention turned to the television afterward. By then, the credits were rolling and the movie was properly over. He finally got up, moving over to the television to turn it off and get the DVD out of the player so he could put it back in it's case. The case of which he put on top of the player before looking back and more or less, under the bed. Hm... Since the blond was in the bathroom... He moved over to the bed again, crouching down and reaching underneath for the wanted DVD case. Now... Where was he going to stash this so he could smuggle it back to HQ... It wouldn't fit in any of his pockets. Well, the CD might...

The blond sighed, glad that his blush had finally gone. He hated blushing in front of his partner, especially over really trivial things. It was just too embarrassing. Probably because if Deidara were to do something like that to the puppeteer, it wouldn’t affect him. Or it would…but it wouldn’t really show. Sasori was good at keeping his composure.
Once he’d finished brushing his teeth, the sculptor picked up his discarded clothes and the wipes and headed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned to see Sasori poking around under the bed and he tilted his head to the side. ‘…What’re you doing, un?’ he asked, moving back over to where he’d left his rucksack and dumped his clothes inside along with the wipes. He’d left his toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom for morning. With that done, Deidara knelt down on the bed and crawled over to where Sasori was looking, resting one hand on his chin. ‘Is there a bug under there?’ he asked, grinning. ‘Can I see?’ If it was an interesting bug, it could inspire his next explosive creation. And wouldn’t that be something?

Of course, by the time Deidara had come out of the bathroom, Sasori was still wondering how he was going to smuggle the DVD out. Just taking the CD and tucking it into a pocket--that could end up damaged the CD... Both movements and thoughts froze when he heard the door open, the ginger cursing his indecision. As well as that question. What was he doing? Nothing he wanted the blond to know. "Er..."

Well, this was a fine situation, wasn't it? Thankfully the case was still under the bed. He'd slid it closer, sure, but not all the way out. Hurrah for forethought!... He straightened somewhat and looked over at his partner, watching as he knelt on the bed and crawled over. 'Course... He made sure to keep the case under the bed and out of sight. "... A bug. Yes. No. I doubt you'd want to see it." Now, what could he say about it to keep the sculptor's interest in this supposed 'bug' down?

What made most people avoidant of bugs? "... It's highly poisonous. Spits it, so you should keep your distance, I didn't bring any antidotes. And it's more ugly than that kid in the movie." Now... Hopefully that worked.

The blond tilted his head to the side, wondering why Sasori was insisting he didn’t see the bug. It couldn’t be that bad. He loved bugs! Hence why a lot of his works of art were based on them. And if it were a new, special kind of bug, it was all the more reason to see it! That could be even more inspiring.
He was about to question his partner when his answer came. But when it did come, Deidara went pale, the colour draining from his cheeks. The part about it being ugly didn’t matter. It was the spitting poison that he was worried about. After just lying there for a few seconds in silence, he leapt up, backing away quickly, eyes wide in fear. ‘Get it out of here!’ he cried, cowering at the other side of the bed. ‘Don’t let it get me, un!’ No, he didn’t want the red head to kill the creature. He loved bugs after all, right?
The sculptor clutched the duvet tightly, not sure whether to hide underneath until the bug had been safely disposed of. Oh, God! What if there were more? What if the whole room was infested with highly venomous ugly bugs?! ‘There aren’t others are there, un?!’ he asked, panicking. ‘Check check!’

If it weren't slightly awkward on his end of things, Sasori would have found the blond's reaction to the 'ugly, poison-spitting bug' lie amusing. Unfourtunately, he had to play his cards right and not get caught in the lie or with the case. "I will, I will," he mumbled, blinking. "And I won't." Of course he wouldn't. Pff, anyway, now that Deidara was over on the other side of the bed, it would be a little more easy to do what he wanted to do...

Though he almost regretted the lie, seeing as how much it seemed to have spooked his partner. To humour him, the ginger peered under the bed for a few seconds before popping back up. "No, there aren't. These are... Rare bugs, it's doubtful there are anymore." He pulled the DVD case the rest of the way out from under the bed, turning before he stood up in order to keep it out of sight and heading straight for the door. "I'll be back in a moment, all right?"

Not that he was expecting any protests. At least he was hoping there wouldn't be any.

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Given that sigh, the ginger concluded the blond did think he'd use such silly things as blackmail. He rolled his eyes, deciding that it was best not to comment on his partner's hair colour... Out loud. Bah, blonds. He watched when Deidara got up and went for the door, blinking a few times curiously. 'Til the tray was simply placed outside, anyway -- he'd thought he'd said that 'blonds' thing verbally after all... Looked like he was in the clear. "Better than what I can make?," he inquired half-way curiously. Not meaning anything by the question, of course... He observed as the before-pizza position was retaken before looking back to the movie.

Sasori nodded slightly at his partner's statement; it made logical sense. Until the real culprits were revealed, anyway... And in a sense he could 'emphasize' with them, well... Sort of. More so when their reasoning was put into words by the blond. Yep. He could very well understand where they were coming from, all right. "It's actually quite satisfying to kill annoying people," he pointed out nonchalantly. As stupid as it may seem to other people...

... There was nothing quite like hearing them scream as one puppetised someone very irritating while they were still conscious and able to feel it. Or hell, just doing what everyone had the ability and know-how to do and just plain killing them slowly and painfully. Gods knew there were, indeed, times... Ehm. Anyway, not the moment for such thoughts.

Even though the blond hadn’t really eaten much of Sasori’s food, he could tell that his partner was, indeed, a very talented chef. He’d never come across a chef that couldn’t eat his own meals before. It was a little bit sad really…ah, well. It didn’t seem to bother the red head all that much. ‘Nah, your food’s much better. More taste and stuff, un,’ he replied, grinning. Which was true. Even though the kiddy pizza had been nice, his breakfast that morning, prepared by the puppeteer had been much better. And healthier.
Deidara pouted a little, watching as all the evil grim reaper people began chasing the policeman. Whilst doing that, he considered what his partner had just said. He had to agree with him a little bit. There had been many times that he’d threatened to kill Tobi for being annoying. Killing him would definitely be “satisfying.” But Tobi did lots of annoying things. Those people were hardly annoying. Just slightly irritating. The sculptor gave a little shrug. ‘…I guess…but it does depend on the person, un,’ he replied.

Obviously Deidara's answer was the right one - not like there'd been a wrong one, but... Yeah. The red-head smiled a little, not verbally replying but making a mental note to try cooking more often... Although it would be sort of strange if he spontaneously volunteered back at HQ, wouldn't it? In more ways than one... And 'sort of' was an understatement. Their secrecy for one thing, was starting to be a bother, and it had only come into play... Really recently. If anything, only effectively that day.

Then again, the rest of the organization probably wouldn't agree to the volunteer thing. Besides, it would get annoying. Well, there went that idea.

Seconds later he re-focussed on the movie. And seconds after that, back to the blond. "... True." Take the sculptor, for instance - Sasori glanced over at him in an almost contemplative fashion. "Though I think instances where it depends are rare." Then again, he was only speaking from personal experience. Currently, given the unspoken rules, no matter how irritating fellow Akatsuki got, it was sort of unwise to kill them. Leader would get pissed, for one... If that weren't the case, mind, there was only one person thus far he wouldn't do in intentionally, and as for 'who' that was... That was quite obvious, as well.

Deidara noticed the smile and giggled, nuzzling his partner’s cheek fondly. ‘But I don’t love your food as much as I love yooou~’ he cooed, talking in a babyish voice. It was hard not to when they were in such a good mood. Well…considering the two hadn’t argued for a while and seemed to be getting along pretty well, he thought were in a good mood. And if compliments made Sasori smile, then the blond would just have to smother him with them to make him smile more.
He wasn’t too sure what to say in reply to his partner’s comment. The only person he wanted to kill for simply being annoying was dear sweet Tobi. There had also been people in the past who he’d known to be slightly annoying. They had been very similar to those murder victims from the movie. But killing people like that was just a little stupid. They hadn’t done much to deserve to die. Except maybe that woman with the annoying laugh. She was quite annoying. ‘But would you have killed any of those people?’ the sculptor asked before almost jumping out of his skin when the poor policeman got shot by his chubby friend.

Sasori blinked a few times curiously when the blond giggled and, of all things, nuzzled him. He was sort of lost as to why, but didn't bother to ask, chuckling quietly instead at both Deidara's antics and his words. "That's good..," was his half-assed response. He paused a moment before coming to such a conclusion, quietly and almost more to himself tacking on an, "I love you, too," a short moment later. Though it probably wasn't the most confident statement ever.

The apparent silence made him rethink what's he'd said a moment ago - about how the not killing annoying people was a rare thing or something. Maybe it was the wrong sort of thing to say? Why the hell was he worrying, if it was? Thankfully it appeared that it hadn't been, either way. He was silent for a moment to consider the question before he shrugged, not even batting a eye at what had happened on the screen. In turn finding the sculptor's reaction rather amusing. Anyway... "If my goals were the same as theirs, yes. If not, I wouldn't have found them annoying as I wouldn't have even noticed them."

... Well... Except for maybe the statue guy. That one was hard not to notice, but he was more idiotic than annoying.

There it was again…those three little words…well, four but whatever. Deidara was planning on asking his partner whether or not he meant it, but instead, he gave a quite content sigh, imagining what it would be like if the red head really did love him. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Then again…it would be pretty similar to how they were behaving now. The blond was far too modest and shy to do anything more. Heck, kissing alone was enough to make his face go as red as a tomato.
After a few moments he glanced at his partner, deciding that, yes, he should ask. ‘…Do you mean it this time?’ he asked. ‘…Properly…or still in the friendly way?’ Pretty quick decision if it were the former. If not...perhaps he should suggest something for the other to say instead of “I love you too.” Just to save asking everytime.
The thought of Sasori being part of a neighbourhood watch group, desperate to win “Village of the Year” was enough to make the sculptor giggle quietly. ‘So…you would kill them if you were part of that group of old fogies, un?’ Coz…they were old…he didn’t exactly know how old the puppeteer was…but surely not that old. Most of those people were going grey.

Taking the sigh as a sign that he wasn't going to be questioned, he focussed more on the movie for the moment, though that didn't quite stop him from questioning himself. Had he actually meant it, or was he replying like so for the sake of doing so?... He still wasn't completely sure of the answer. And really, was already beginning to doubt he would - and if the answer was going to take time to truly answer... Well, he was impatient.

It sort of irked Sasori when The Question was asked. After he'd deemed it safe that it wasn't going to be, no less... He kept his attention to the screen for a moment before looking over at Deidara. Eh... What harm could it do... "This time, yes... The proper way." Knowing his luck he was going to regret that probable lie later on, but he'd deal with that if it happened. Or try to. Without doing or saying anything else he'd regret.

He blinked at the giggle that had followed his reply to the other question, nodding without having to think, while also reminding himself that the old fogies thing hadn't been directed to him. "Yes. Though I wouldn't leave their bodies to rot underground." Even though the majority of the people those movie-people killed weren't really worthy of being puppetised... It would stem off boredom. Considering he hadn't seen anyone in that movie worthy or useful enough to become art.

Feeling a little eager for a reply, the blond watched his partner keenly, waiting to hear the answer. He was expecting it to the same as before (just friendly), but the answer he got caused his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop slightly. After a few seconds he soon regained his composure before squealing ‘YAAAAAY’ and glomping the poor puppeteer, pushing him down onto the bed and smothering his face with kisses. ‘I knew it!’ he said happily between kisses. ‘I knew you’d learn to love me, un!’
Words couldn’t describe the happiness and excitement filling up the young sculptor at that moment in time. He had been prepared to wait days, even weeks…wait…he was dying in a couple of days. Ah, whatever. He was willing to wait any length of time for Sasori to confess his love. But to think it had happened this quickly was fantastic!
Deidara soon stopped kissing his partner and rested his head on his chest, sighing happily. This was all he’d wanted. For Sasori to love him. And the poor thing thought it was all true too.
He lifted his head, looking slightly confused at the speak of bodies. What? Oh! The movie…right…the blond had actually forgotten about that. ‘…Then where would you put them?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side. ‘They’d get smelly and stuff after a while, wouldn’t they, un?’

If Sasori had had magical powers that allowed him to go back in time, he would have, most likely, to say it had been the friendly way rather than the proper way. Really, he hadn't been expecting his partner's reaction to consist of more or less bowling him over and kissing him... Well, a lot. Though he made no move to protest or push Deidara away, at any rate, merely staring owlishly and almost startled. More so at the squeal that had preceded the actions. Really! He hadn't been caught off-guard. Pfft.

... Right.

A monotonous, if not just slightly unsure, "Yeah..," was pretty much his only reply to it all, after the blond had settled down. The ginger propped himself up slightly so he could peer at the sculptor, unblinking until those rather odd questions were asked. He sent a brief look over to the television before moving a hand up to idly 'trace' random shapes onto the blond's back. For the love of... The answer was just painstakingly obvious. "And what do I make puppets out of?"

Even though Deidara found it a little odd as to why his partner had looked so surprised after his rather…extravagant show of affection, the fact that he hadn’t been shoved off Sasori was quite a good sign. Maybe he really was telling the truth…He did love him! He did! And with that in mind, he rolled off the other before snuggling back up to him, not really paying much attention to the TV anymore. Last he checked, that policeman guy was getting owned by his so-called “friend.” The movie had to be over now he was dead, right?
He was busy playing with the puppeteer’s hair, a huge grin on his face when the question came. The sculptor didn’t need to think twice about an answer. ‘…You make them out of people, un,’ he replied. But it took a while for him to realise that the bodies wouldn’t really have time to go rotten and smelly. Sasori wouldn’t really just leave them underground. ‘Ohhhhh, right!’ he said, laughing uneasily, before shifting a little to rest his nose in the mess of red hair. ‘But would you really use all of them? Even those ugly teenagers, un?’

Thankfully, it seemed, any display of startlement he'd given hadn't been construed as anything... Unfourtunate. Sasori was inwardly happy when Deidara had rolled off, blinking when he was instead snuggled up to. Clingy. Ah, well, he couldn't complain... Or shouldn't, rather. He knew the blond was the overly excitable sort, on some things... After a moment's hesitation, thoughts about the movie going down a similar path as to his partner's, he returned the snuggling, more or less, smiling a little.

It was a pity, he noted, that he hadn't a sense of touch anymore. Mm... His brows rose at the grin, and when the answer came he of course nodded a little. "Yes..." ... Although it didn't seem like the sculptor had gotten what he had been imply-- ah, nevermind. It seemed he comprehended, after all, though it was his turn to find something odd about the blond; he didn't sound... Mm, well... Ah, he couldn't pinpoint the word. When his partner shifted, he hmm'd quietly, and considered the following questions. "Well..." They probably didn't have any value. They weren't even pretty. "Probably not. I doubt even Zetsu would go near them." Who knew what diseases they'd been carrying? They were almost like rats.

The blond had shut his eyes for a brief moment, concentrating more on what Sasori’s hair smelt like. It was quite soothing actually. No doubt he would drift off to sleep rather quickly that night, exposed to his partner’s smell. He really hated those nights where he’d just lie awake, counting sheep and not making any progress in dozing off.
When the puppeteer reacted positively to the snuggling, he grinned, draping one arm around him and sighing happily. ‘…Your hair smells so nice, un,’ he mumbled quietly. Yes, the TV was completely forgotten. Quite surprising when there were the sounds of gunshots and old fogies screaming whilst brandishing large weapons.
Deidara giggled at his partner’s reply. It really was something if there was a dead body that Zetsu wouldn’t touch. ‘But I bet you could make some pretty freaky puppets outta those guys, un,’ he sniggered. ‘You wouldn’t even have to fight! Just stand there with the puppet of that spotty ginger one and it’ll scare the crap out of your opponent!’

Meanwhile, the red-head was pondering a few things... Or... One thing, anyway. If the blond fell asleep while they were cuddling at any time, he wouldn't be able to carry out the first version of his little... Plan. Then again, in that case... Well, it was most likely not the hotel's movie, anyway. Who would miss it?... Exactly. No one.

Sasori took note of when Deidara draped an arm around him before doing the same. Yes, at the moment he was more or less mimicking the sculptor--but he was at a loss as to what to do on his own at the moment, so why not? Albeit the quiet comment made him blink. "Thank-you..." Now, if only he could return said comment without pretty much lying. Hm. He moved a little so he could look at his partner's face, pausing a moment before moving the arm he'd used to mimic the blond's movements to play with a strand of his hair for a moment. "... And yours is pretty." And he wasn't just saying that--of course--as it was.

Anyway, out from Compliment Land... The ginger rose a brow when the blond giggled, looking rather amused, himself. More so at the response. "Now that you mention it, I probably could," he agreed. Though of course, the next two sentences out of his fellow artist's mouth made him smile one of those rather eerie smiles. Albeit a toned down version. Sort of. This time he moved so he could lean over and whisper in his partner's ear, "I hope you aren't implying that gingers are scary, Deidara."

Even though, erm... Some gingers could be scary. Not naming anyone, of course...

Deidara looked down a little to watch his partner’s arm move to drape around him too. Oh, so he was copying him? He was tempted to call the puppeteer’s movements cute, but decided not to. It might not be taken very well. He simply shifted a little closer to the other, his nose still in the mess of red hair. He sighed happily at the little compliment, giggling a little at the feeling of his hair being played with again. ‘Thank you, un,’ he replied, leaning forward to kiss Sasori’s nose gently. Deciding it was now time for himself to do some mimicking, the sculptor too moved his arm that was wrapped around his partner to the back of his head, playing with his hair.
He giggled quietly, feeling quite proud of himself for amusing the red head. ‘It would be a lot easier than fighting too. You just bring out an ugly puppet and you win, un!’
The blond didn’t really sense danger when Sasori’s lips crept into one of those smirks. However, he did shift a little when the other moved to whisper in his ear. He paused for a moment before giving an uneasy laugh. ‘Well…you do have your moments, Danna!’ he replied, hoping that was the right thing to say. It was true…really. Sasori wasn’t always scary. He hadn’t been scary for ages…ages being a few hours.

Sasori smiled a bit when the blond had giggled again after shifting slightly closer, quietly mumbling a, "You're welcome," after the reply. Though he blinked--more or less out of faint surprise--when Deidara had leaned forward to kiss his nose and not a moment later mimic his mimicking. After which he chuckled quietly, as well as shortly, contemplating whether or not he should continue the 'mimic game', so to speak.

Though he noted soon after, he took too long contemplating such. He would have tilted his head when the sculptor giggled, curiously, though said curiosity dissipated seconds later. "Indeed. Though it would have to be blindingly ugly, as just plain 'ugly' is easy enough to get use to," he mumbled. Sort of. He had lived with his grandmother for a while when he was a child and lived, hadn't he? And she wasn't the prettiest thing ever... Anyway...

Back to the more 'pressing' topic, the puppeteer's eerie smirk grew a little at the uneasy-sounding laugh. Although he did have to agree with his partner, there... "That's true, I guess." After a short moment's consideration, he lightly kissed the tip of Deidara's ear before settling back down, looking the epitome of innocence.

Ah, screw it. Sasori was just being too adorable. He couldn’t take this badly. He was in such a good mood! The blond leant forward and nuzzled the other’s neck, resting his head under the other’s chin. Okay, now he couldn’t copy that. ‘You’re too cute, Danna, un,’ he giggled. He closed his eyes slowly, pretty much ready to fall asleep there and then. ‘Mm…turn the TV off, un…It’s noisy.’
Heh…this was coming from someone who enjoyed making loud noises. Explosions mainly.
Anyway, he lifted his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. ‘Danna…that guy is probably the most ugliest thing ever, un!’ The kid’s mother probably didn’t think so, but still…he wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes. ‘I’m sure if you puppetised him and made him just a little big uglier, you’d be unbeatable!’
When the red head kissed the top of his ear, he gripped him tightly. Okay, so it’d been a very light kiss, but it still caused Deidara to tense up and blush furiously. But he didn’t say anything. He just gripped the puppeteer tightly.

Hm... It seemed the 'mimic game' had come to an end, the ginger noted, considering the blond's last actions. He idly--and carefully, so as not to pull any--combed his hand through his partner's hair, pausing at the giggle-followed enlightenment. Of course, he was also thanking logic that puppets couldn't blush. Mind, that little reverie was broken at the sleepy little request. "All right..." ... Now how to get out of the mini-embrace without moving Deidara too much...

Though it soon seemed like that wouldn't be a problem. Apparently the sculptor hadn't drifted off to Dreamland yet. Sasori shrugged a shoulder after the response, frowning almost contemplatively. "Probably... But I'm not good at making things ugly." Even though there were probably enough people out there that would protest that statement... It took a certain type of person to see puppets as anything but creepy and the like. Well, battle-puppets, anyway.

He blinked when he noticed the blond's silence and tight grip after the ear thing, looking at him curiously. Ah... He was a little red in the face... Blush, fever, what? "... Are you all right?"

After a few moments of just laying there, his face still red as a tomato, the blond shifted away from his partner slightly, nodding his head. ‘Y-yeah…I’m fine, un,’ he replied, looking away a little. He untangled himself from Sasori’s arms and moved to sit up, quickly getting off the bed. ‘I’m gonna go get ready for bed. I could feel myself dozing off just then, un,’ he announced, quickly picking up his bag and digging out the make-up wipes, his toothbrush, toothpaste and nightie…t-shirt…thing. ‘It would’ve been a little awkward for you if I fell asleep there and then, un!’ he laughed uneasily before heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
Damn it! Why did he have to be so sensitive to the lightest touch? He’d just completely embarrassed himself! After shaking his head a few times, trying to get rid of the blush, Deidara began to strip, leaving only his underwear on and slipping the t-shirt over his head. He then proceeded to wipe off all the make-up he’d put on his eyes. The sculptor made a mental note to buy some of that stuff for himself. It really made him look…well…pretty. Plus there wasn’t a chance he’d get caught by Konan for using her make-up. Not like he ever saw her, but there was always that chance.

The ginger started wondering if he'd done something wrong when the blond shifted away a bit, nodding a little as well at the reply. His curiosity grew a little when Deidara untangled himself and got up and--ah. Right. Sasori sat up as well, watching the sculptor get what he needed from the bag he'd brought. "Okay." Seemed he was just tired, then. He smiled briefly at the exclamation, agreeing with a, "Yes, it would have," as he watched his partner head off to the bathroom.

Well, it seemed there wasn't anything to worry about, then.

His attention turned to the television afterward. By then, the credits were rolling and the movie was properly over. He finally got up, moving over to the television to turn it off and get the DVD out of the player so he could put it back in it's case. The case of which he put on top of the player before looking back and more or less, under the bed. Hm... Since the blond was in the bathroom... He moved over to the bed again, crouching down and reaching underneath for the wanted DVD case. Now... Where was he going to stash this so he could smuggle it back to HQ... It wouldn't fit in any of his pockets. Well, the CD might...

The blond sighed, glad that his blush had finally gone. He hated blushing in front of his partner, especially over really trivial things. It was just too embarrassing. Probably because if Deidara were to do something like that to the puppeteer, it wouldn’t affect him. Or it would…but it wouldn’t really show. Sasori was good at keeping his composure.
Once he’d finished brushing his teeth, the sculptor picked up his discarded clothes and the wipes and headed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned to see Sasori poking around under the bed and he tilted his head to the side. ‘…What’re you doing, un?’ he asked, moving back over to where he’d left his rucksack and dumped his clothes inside along with the wipes. He’d left his toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom for morning. With that done, Deidara knelt down on the bed and crawled over to where Sasori was looking, resting one hand on his chin. ‘Is there a bug under there?’ he asked, grinning. ‘Can I see?’ If it was an interesting bug, it could inspire his next explosive creation. And wouldn’t that be something?

Of course, by the time Deidara had come out of the bathroom, Sasori was still wondering how he was going to smuggle the DVD out. Just taking the CD and tucking it into a pocket--that could end up damaged the CD... Both movements and thoughts froze when he heard the door open, the ginger cursing his indecision. As well as that question. What was he doing? Nothing he wanted the blond to know. "Er..."

Well, this was a fine situation, wasn't it? Thankfully the case was still under the bed. He'd slid it closer, sure, but not all the way out. Hurrah for forethought!... He straightened somewhat and looked over at his partner, watching as he knelt on the bed and crawled over. 'Course... He made sure to keep the case under the bed and out of sight. "... A bug. Yes. No. I doubt you'd want to see it." Now, what could he say about it to keep the sculptor's interest in this supposed 'bug' down?

What made most people avoidant of bugs? "... It's highly poisonous. Spits it, so you should keep your distance, I didn't bring any antidotes. And it's more ugly than that kid in the movie." Now... Hopefully that worked.

The blond tilted his head to the side, wondering why Sasori was insisting he didn’t see the bug. It couldn’t be that bad. He loved bugs! Hence why a lot of his works of art were based on them. And if it were a new, special kind of bug, it was all the more reason to see it! That could be even more inspiring.
He was about to question his partner when his answer came. But when it did come, Deidara went pale, the colour draining from his cheeks. The part about it being ugly didn’t matter. It was the spitting poison that he was worried about. After just lying there for a few seconds in silence, he leapt up, backing away quickly, eyes wide in fear. ‘Get it out of here!’ he cried, cowering at the other side of the bed. ‘Don’t let it get me, un!’ No, he didn’t want the red head to kill the creature. He loved bugs after all, right?
The sculptor clutched the duvet tightly, not sure whether to hide underneath until the bug had been safely disposed of. Oh, God! What if there were more? What if the whole room was infested with highly venomous ugly bugs?! ‘There aren’t others are there, un?!’ he asked, panicking. ‘Check check!’

If it weren't slightly awkward on his end of things, Sasori would have found the blond's reaction to the 'ugly, poison-spitting bug' lie amusing. Unfourtunately, he had to play his cards right and not get caught in the lie or with the case. "I will, I will," he mumbled, blinking. "And I won't." Of course he wouldn't. Pff, anyway, now that Deidara was over on the other side of the bed, it would be a little more easy to do what he wanted to do...

Though he almost regretted the lie, seeing as how much it seemed to have spooked his partner. To humour him, the ginger peered under the bed for a few seconds before popping back up. "No, there aren't. These are... Rare bugs, it's doubtful there are anymore." He pulled the DVD case the rest of the way out from under the bed, turning before he stood up in order to keep it out of sight and heading straight for the door. "I'll be back in a moment, all right?"

Not that he was expecting any protests. At least he was hoping there wouldn't be any.