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The blond, opened the window and leant out, his arm hovering in the air, checking that the rain had actually stopped. He was about to start waving his hand around when a large drop of water landed on his head. Deidara squealed at the coldness and pulled his arm in. He pouted, slinking back over to his bed. ‘Stupid rain,’ he muttered. He glanced down at the book he had been reading earlier and wondered if he should go give it to Tobi. No. Tobi certainly didn’t deserve it. Plus, giving him a present would result in making the masked fool think the sculptor wanted to be friends with him. As if.
Instead, he picked the book up again and shoved it back in his bag. He’d probably read it another time. The blond carried on searching through his bag, hoping to find some more long lost treasures. He then paused when he heard the footsteps coming closer. He smiled to himself, hoping it was Sasori.

The puppet closed the space between him and the door, pausing for a moment and stuffing the book he held up one of his sleeves. Just in case the blond was woken up or awake when he went in. If he had the means to blush embarrassedly at several things he could come up with that could be assumed if he was spotted with the book by anyone, he most likely would have.

He opened the door, entering the room, then closed it behind him before peering over at Deidara. Thank Kami for planning ahead; he was awake... Sasori said nothing, starting for his bed, intent on discretely hiding the fairytale book away before something disastrous happened. Like, for example, what did happen.

The red head thought he had the book shoved up his sleeve good enough so that it wouldn't fall. He thought wrong - it did fall, landing on the floor when he was just a few feet from the doors with an, in his opinion, deafening crack of hard cover hitting hard floor. This immediately caused him to freeze in mid-step, looking down at the thing as if it were some sort of hideous insect. Great.

Deidara looked up when he heard the door open. Yay! He had heard Sasori. He smiled at him in a friendly manner before carrying on looking through his bag. So far, the best thing he had found were his keys, which had been lost for God knows how long.
The sculptor’s searching was cut short when he heard his partner’s book clatter onto the floor, causing him to jump a little. He lifted his head and peered over to see what had made the noise. He sniggered a little, very quietly. Though, no doubt the puppet had heard him. He chose not to comment on his partner’s strange choice of reading material. He’d save that for later when he needed some form of defence.
Instead, he tipped everything out of his bag, spreading the contents out on his bed. Damn. He’d forgotten that there was food in there. Meaning that most of the contents and his bed were now covered in crumbs. Hmph, he’d clean up later.
Whilst scanning what had fallen out of his bag, the blond spotted his nail polish bottle. ‘YAY I FOUND IT!’ he cried, picking it up and carefully unscrewing the lid. His nails badly needed to be re-painted. Actually…only around three of his fingers had nail polish left on them.

Indeed, he had heard the blond's quiet sniggers. Sasori merely shot a chilly glare at Deidara before quickly bending down and snatching the book off the floor and heading over to his workstation - no sense in hiding it, now. Though, he was slightly relieved that the sculptor didn't make any snide comments, but he was mentally vowing much discomfort if he ever brought the subject up amongst any of the other guys.

The puppet gladly left the fool to... Whatever he was doing, settling down in the corner where he worked on his puppets and cracking the book open, once more to a random page. Hm... That fairy looked pretty; she'd make a good-

The exclamation of 'YAY I FOUND IT!' cut through the puppeteer's thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He looked up and over at his partner again, staring blankly at him until he noticed the bottle of nail polish that was being oh-so carefully opening. Tch, what a thing to be so damn excited over... "Do you need to be so loud, Deidara?" He mumbled quietly, not truly looking for an answer as he turned back to the book. Now... If he were to make a puppet with wings, he could make them razor sharp... But he'd have to figure out how he'd get them to work like actual wings. Hm.

Hearing the puppet tell him off for being a little too loud, Deidara looked down sadly. ‘Sorry, Danna,’ he mumbled, much quieter, getting on with re-polishing his nails silently. When that was done, he placed the bottle down on his bedside table, blowing his nails to dry them. He was quite interested in what Sasori was actually using that book for.
He got to his feet and made his way over to his partner’s workstation. He looked at the book, which was upside down from his view and beamed. ‘Are you gunna make a fairy puppet?’ he asked. Ah. Maybe Sasori was using the book to make puppets. He wasn’t just reading it. Thankfully.
He moved back a little, holding his arms behind his back, awaiting an answer. He would’ve gone around to look at the book properly, but the feeling of having someone reading over your shoulder wasn’t a particularly pleasant one. Though…the puppet couldn’t feel…right? Still, the blond made no action to move. ‘Peter Pan had a fairy. She made others fly. That could be useful, un,’ he said absently.

Sasori had been too into his thoughts to hear the apology. Or to notice that Deidara had finished with his nails and had approached to investigate what he was doing with the book until the blond said something. He looked up as the sculptor moved back, wondering for a moment how he was going to answer before shrugging. Wouldn't hurt to tell.

"Yes." Was the simple, monotonous answer he gave to the inquiring fool, looking back to the book for a moment. 'Til the blond started rambling off about that Peter Pan fairy chick - which made the puppeteer blink slowly, his mind taking the words and flying with them. Pun intended.

A fairy that could make others fly. A fairy puppet that could be used for flight. The only thing was, said puppet would have to be made out of light materials, and it would have to have a big wingspan, but... It was probably possible, and probably the first usable thing he'd ever heard his partner suggest. Not like he'd admit it - he merely nodded, acknowledging the idea, before smiling slightly. "I'm sure you're aware that the rain has died down. We should go to the village soon." He now had a larger shopping list than before.

After his question was answered, maybe a little too simply, Deidara wandered off back to his bed. It seemed like Sasori had taken what he had said about Peter Pan into account. Well, that was certainly a first.
The blond nodded when the puppet suggested that they should go into the village. What did he need? Oh, yes. Paint and a visit to the doctor’s. He shuddered a little, hoping that his partner hadn’t made his arm worse than it was to begin with. Urgh, what if it had to be amputated or something. No…his injury wasn’t that serious.
He went over to his box and took out a bit of clay, moulding it into the shape of a bird. He wouldn’t really mind walking to the village, but flying was more enjoyable. Plus, Deidara didn’t really want his feet to get all wet. He’d wait until he was outside to make the bird larger.
He then moved over to his bed and started putting everything back into his bag, small crumbs falling onto the floor. Discreetly, the blond swept the stale food under his bed. It wouldn’t bother anyone if it was out of view, would it?

After a moment of watching the blond prepare to go, Sasori closed the book and placed it to one side before standing. Well, since he was going to be picking up a lot of stuff, he had a good reason to bring along his favourite puppet. If only because it could carry it all.

He stepped over to the closet where he kept Hiruko, opening the door and leading said non-living puppet out. Pausing for a moment, he pondered whether or not to wear it, or just make it seem like a third 'person'. Or better yet, he could leave it in the room and just take a scroll to summon it with when he wanted it.

With a slight shrug, he put it on, arms and legs in their correct positions, face hidden behind the obscured one of Hiruko. Then he made his way over to his bed, nabbing his hat off the little desk beside it and placing it on his head. He looked over to Deidara, before starting to make his way to the door, where he'd wait until his partner was ready to go.

Deidara began contemplating taking his rucksack with him. It was already quite heavy and by the time they arrived at the village his shoulder probably be rendered useless too. He didn’t want to risk that, so he took his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. It then occurred to him, he’d probably have to wear his cloak too…bah, it was probably dry by now. It would be cold outside and going out without a jumper or something would be silly. But all of the blond’s jumpers were in the wash…never to be cleaned. Ever.
He kept his bird in his hand and also headed for the door. ‘I need to get my cloak from the washroom before we go,’ he announced. He didn’t really like Hiruko. It looked a little scary. Though…that was probably the whole point. Yeah, using a puppet as armour was pretty cool, but it could at least look a bit more friendly.
The thought of puppets quickly lead back to his previous dream and he shuddered. Think about something else…bugs. Yeah. Bugs are nice.

The puppet-in-a-puppet silently went over his little shopping list in his head, adding 'The Ring 2' to the list. Hey, might as well - the first part was watched last night. Plus, it was mildly amusing to see Deidara get all scared at night due to a movie. And to make sure the blond didn't know it was he who got it - he'd get it when he wasn't looking, then put it somewhere where Tobi would find it.

Sasori grinned at the evil little plan forming in his head, before nodding at the sculptor's announcement. "I'll wait for you at the front door." He opened the door and left the room, leaving it open for his partner - not seeing said blond shudder at some sort of memory or other. Which was probably a good thing, because then he would have asked.

The red head frowned slightly as he remembered something. The only thing he didn't quite like when he was in Hiruko. Stairs. It wasn't like he had any trouble with them, they just weren't his most favourite things in the world.

Deidara quickly closed the door behind him and scurried down the stairs ahead of Sasori. He’d probably get to the front door before his partner. Yes. That would be his aim.
He headed down the corridor towards the washroom. His cloak probably wasn’t dry. This, in effect would cause him to get a cold. Feh, whatever. He was going to the doctor’s wasn’t he? He’d be absolutely fine. Maybe suggesting for spare cloaks from Sir Leader would be a good idea.
Once in the washroom, he noticed that his other clothes were still lying out, waiting to be washed. Perhaps setting them to wash would be another good idea. It took plenty of time for him to figure out how much washing powder to use and how long to set the washing machine to work for. Thankfully, the machine didn’t start leaking bubbles and he grinned smugly. So he wasn’t completely useless.
With that, he grabbed his damn cloak and exited the room, tugging it on, doing the buttons up as he went.

Sasori watched Deidara scurry past, reluctantly reminded of one of the stories in that book. One about a hare and a tortoise or something - not a fairytale, but it had been there... He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts as he reached the damnable stairs.

Of which he glared down before descending carefully, but at a good pace. He was downstairs in less than two minutes, at least, and continuing on his steady pace for the front door. He could still hear Hidan and Kakuzu arguing in the living room - this time about the remote for the television - and he swore he could hear both of Zetsu's personalities cheering one or the other on.

And then he heard a thump. Hidan's profanity-shouting head rolled out of the living room, right into the red heads path. The two stared at each other for a moment, before the puppeteer grabbed the Jashinist's head by the hair - much to his displeasure - and headed over to the basement door.

Kakuzu appeared in the living room doorway in time to see the puppet toss the immortal's head down the basement stairs and continue on his merry way to the front door.

Deidara had been very much playing the role of the hare. Though he stopped to watch Sasori pick up and chuck Hidan’s severed head down into the basement. It was at times like that, he was glad that parts of his body wouldn’t just fall off. It always seemed to amaze him how many people in Akatsuki were actually “normal”. Bar him, only Itachi and Tobi were “normal”. But Tobi was slightly deformed after being crushed by the boulder. And Sasori used to be human, but that didn’t count.
The blond was by now, leaning against the front door, patiently waiting for his partner. He started flexing his hand, seeing if his arm would hurt. Though, unfortunately, it did. He let out a little whine and clutched his throbbing arm. The visit to the doctor’s was instantly sent to the top of his to-do list.
The sculptor then began to wonder what would happen if he lost the ability to use his arm. Now, that would be a disaster. Sure, he’d be able to mould clay and make his creations explode, but he wouldn’t be able to use hand signs. It then dawned on him how dependent he was on his precious arms. Yes. He’d look after them as if they were his children.

Kakuzu made his way over to the top of the basement stairs, about to go fetch the idiot Jashinist's head so that he could sew it back on again. However, due to a blood-curdling scream from said albino immortal, the greedy man rethinking doing that, then quickly made his way back into the living room. At least he wouldn't have to fight anyone for the remote.

Sasori grinned slightly at the scream from below. Seemed like Hidan had seen his little set-up... Though it was odd for him to scream because of a dead body. Perhaps he landed somewhere where something gouged out one of his eyes, instead.

The puppet chuckled to himself before finally reaching the front door. Of course, Deidara had beaten him there. Then again, being in Hiruko cut his speed down drastically if he was trying to stay concealed, so it was only logical. "Ready to go?" He peered at the blond, and then frowned slightly. That arm seemed t be bothering him again. Tch, he didn't need the blond accidentally falling off of one of his clay birds or anything due to it. "Perhaps you should go take another painkiller before we set off."

The scream coming from the basement made the exploding artist jump. Was that really Hidan? He was beginning to get a little curious at what could’ve scared him so much. Pah, he’d go investigate later on.
When Sasori finally arrived, the blond nodded at his question. Of course he was ready…wait…painkillers did sound like a good idea. 'Nah, I’ll survive, un,' he stated, pulling his injury up through the sleeve. Doing that would prevent him from using it. He was tempted to stick his arm out through the front of his cloak as an imitation of Itachi. No doubt it would come back and whack him in the face. Word spread pretty quickly in this home away from home.
He opened the door and walked out, holding it open for his partner politely. Hm. By the looks of things it would probably start raining again soon. Umbrellas would be a good idea as well. He’d just have to avoid puddles and very big trees if he wanted to stay as dry as possible.

The puppet gave the blond a sceptical look that couldn't exactly be seen, all things considered. Tch, whatever - the idiot could take care of himself. And if by chance he didn't survive, for whatever reason...

Sasori stopped those thoughts there. He would not turn Deidara into a puppet under any circumstances unless they were utterly drastic. He shuffled out the held-open door, cringing inwardly at how wet the outside still was. It looked like he'd probably have to add 'oil' to his oh-so 'little' shopping list... Tsk.

He really hoped Kakuzu's credit was okay. He also hoped the mentioned rag doll of a man didn't mind him using it. Though, of course he would. Eh... He'd just blame it on Hidan. Or Tobi.

Pausing for a moment, he looked back at the blond, wondering if he was going to follow on foot or fly.

As if answering Sasori, Deidara took out his pre-made bird and chucked it onto the ground, millimetres away from quite a large puddle. He had learnt from past experiences that his sculptures were ruined if they got wet. They caused weak, petty explosions. He pulled his bad arm up through his sleeve again, slowly doing hand signs until the bird started to grow larger.
Once it had finished growing, the blond climbed up onto his sculpture, sitting down cross-legged, pulling his arm back inside his cloak. It had then occurred to him that with Sasori inside Hiruko it would take…quite a long time for them to arrive at the village. ‘You can come on too, un,’ he offered quietly. Hm…maybe he was being overly nice. But then again. He had told his partner he wanted to be friends with him. ‘If you want to,’ he added.
He’d have to make the bird just a little bigger if the puppet in a puppet decided to take up the offer. This ride was only built for one.

After watching the non-verbal answer to his question, Sasori rolled his eyes and smirked slightly. He should've guessed that Deidara was going to be flying. After all, it seemed to pretty much be his main mode of transportation, or something. The puppet looked back out in front of himself, plotting the best course - through the trees. It wouldn't be as wet as the ground, if he picked his trees well - hmm?

He looked back at hearing the offer, taking a moment to consider it. The puppeteer wasn't exactly all that fond of flying - a good drop was probably one of the few things that could successfully smash the container with the only living part of him within and thus, well, kill him. However, it would save them both a lot of time. And it would be dryer. Plus, the blond was... Nice... To offer.

"Fine." He shuffled around so that he was properly facing the sculptor and the clay bird. Although, he was wondering how he would actually fit on that thing. It didn't look big enough for two.

Hm. He’d have to make the bird have a larger back and wingspan. Back to let the two passengers sit down more comfortably, wingspan to be able to fly easier whilst carrying both of them.
Deidara quickly hopped off the bird, digging into one of his pouches for some clay to use to make the bird that much bigger. Ah…this would be fun with only one arm. He stuck some clay onto both wings and onto the back. Sadly, he had to pull his arm out yet again. Joy joy joy. Perhaps it would’ve been a better idea to make a new sculpture altogether…hn, nevermind. Once his sculpture had finished its mutation, the blond made it kneel down for Sasori to get on.
He also began planning the route. Above the trees was a good idea. It would be much dryer. And it would give the two a better view of where they actually were. Though…he probably wouldn’t be allowed to do any crazy airborne stunts if his partner was with him…

The puppet in a puppet watched with veiled interest as Deidara modified the artificial avian. Sasori had to admit - albeit to himself - that the blond's art, while simple and usually not long lasting, and thus defying the meaning of art, was effective and useful. And quick. Though when the sculptor had to use his injured arm, it occurred tot he red head that he probably should have walked.

... Tsk, too late now. Once the bird was low enough for him to get on, he shuffled over and did so with little difficulty. Then he looked over at his partner, waiting for him. If the puppet had feelings, he figured he'd probably be feeling anxious. Jittery. For obvious reasons. Thankfully, that wasn't and could never - or so he hoped - be the case.

For the moment, he busied himself with going over his little shopping list... Again. Light wood, bed sheet, two or four sheets of metal, books... Maybe something for the blond other than literature if he was 'feeling' nice.

Deidara climbed back up onto the bird with Sasori. He was actually quite happy with how his sculpture had turned out and the amount of space he had created. Maybe it would be a good idea to make his form of transportation this size more often. Though…controlling it might be a bit more of a challenge.
The clay model stood up and slowly started flying upwards into the air. The blond decided that, it might give Sasori a better chance of holding on if it didn’t fly that fast. Hm…handles would be a good idea. Well…he’d make something to help if he was asked. Once properly airborne, Deidara sat down. He didn’t really need to stand up to see where they were going. He’d just peep over the side if he though they were over the village. The sculptor held his arms out happily. ‘Isn’t this fun, un?’ he asked, his partner, giggling.

'Holding on', Sasori was beginning to notice, was something he did best. Aside of puppetry. As soon as the bird started to take to the air, even if it was slowly, the puppeteer dug his hands into it, to some extent. Fortunately, his cloak hid this, so if by chance Deidara looked back, he wouldn't notice his apparent apprehension.

The red head couldn't help but watch the blond a little uneasily at his display of carefree behaviour once they were actually in the air. All the worst-case scenarios were prodding his mind unmercifully, as they usually do when it came to those who didn't exactly like being airborne. Like... What if a real bird made a collision with the sculptor's head and knocked him out? Those kinds of pretty much impossible, albeit morbidly amusing, things.

Thus at the question, the puppet pretty much just 'hnn'd and muttered, "... Sure..." He found making puppets, making people into puppets, and tormenting several choice people fun. Not flying - unlike the blond, who apparently liked it. A lot.

Oblivious to the fact that Sasori wasn’t too enthusiastic about the whole flying thing, the blond grinned. Yay, finally something they agreed on. Well…so he thought. He turned back to look at his partner, grinning away. ‘Maybe it would be easier if we went by bird on all our missions,’ he suggested. At least he was in his puppet armour. Otherwise he’d be showered with questions.
And just at that moment, out of nowhere a bird flew into Deidara’s head. But it didn’t knock him out. It just…well…scared him. ‘EEE! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF, UN!’ he cried, flailing his arm around wildly, protecting himself and trying to his best to hit the bird. This was failing seeing as his eyes were screwed shut. Once he managed to grab the bird, he put it down on the head of his sculpture and flicked it off. ‘Stupid bird,’ he muttered, pouting and ridding himself of a few fallen feathers. ‘I nearly had a heart attack, un.’

The puppet merely stared incredulously at the blond, albeit from behind the glassy and expressionless face of Hiruko. Was Deidara suggesting they fly to get place to place when it came to missions? ... Ahahaha... Hell no! Albeit, he didn't vocalize his objections since it might hint at his growing dislike of being so damn high, but he did vow to make up any excuse that he could when it came to staying grounded.

The red head was sure the world was ending when the stray bird came into the proverbial picture. He let out a rather un-Sasori-like, startled yelp when the sculptor started yelling 'GET IT OFF' and flailing about, grip on the clay avian tightening... Lots. If he were flesh-and-blood, he probably would have fainted. Though, the puppeteer more-or-less regained his 'somewhat' shattered composure when the blond got rid of the vile, real, feathery, apparently blind and stupid bird.

Then, the puppet snorted. He nearly had a heart attack? HA! The red head-starting snickering as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

Deidara was actually quite surprised at Sasori’s little yelp. Once the vile, real, feathery, apparently blind and stupid bird had successfully made its way down to the ground (and its death), the blond shuffled around to look at his partner. ‘You yelped,’ he pointed out, sniggering away. Well…he was taking up the role of “Mr. Stater of the complete and utter obvious” at that moment in time.
He began guessing at why the puppet had actually yelped. Was he scared of birds? Flying? Heights? Flailing, handicapped and rather shocked Deidaras? Come to think of it…the great Akasuna no Sasori wasn’t meant to be afraid of anything. He was an emotionless puppet with no feelings whatsoever.
Although…fear certainly is a feeling.
Deidara reached out and tapped Hiruko’s face. ‘I knew you had feelings,’ he giggled, before turning back around to carry on piloting the aircraft. He thought about adding some more cheeky little comments, but remained silent, still grinning to himself.

Sasori immediately ceased his snickering at the obvious statement coming from Deidara. Then promptly sent a chilly glare his way, even if it couldn't be seen right then. If the blond weren’t needed to keep the flying clay monstrosity in the air, the puppet probably would have thwapped him upside the head. "I did not," he protested, although he knew he did. Damnit, it was times like these that he wished the idiot were... Deaf, or something.

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The blond, opened the window and leant out, his arm hovering in the air, checking that the rain had actually stopped. He was about to start waving his hand around when a large drop of water landed on his head. Deidara squealed at the coldness and pulled his arm in. He pouted, slinking back over to his bed. ‘Stupid rain,’ he muttered. He glanced down at the book he had been reading earlier and wondered if he should go give it to Tobi. No. Tobi certainly didn’t deserve it. Plus, giving him a present would result in making the masked fool think the sculptor wanted to be friends with him. As if.
Instead, he picked the book up again and shoved it back in his bag. He’d probably read it another time. The blond carried on searching through his bag, hoping to find some more long lost treasures. He then paused when he heard the footsteps coming closer. He smiled to himself, hoping it was Sasori.

The puppet closed the space between him and the door, pausing for a moment and stuffing the book he held up one of his sleeves. Just in case the blond was woken up or awake when he went in. If he had the means to blush embarrassedly at several things he could come up with that could be assumed if he was spotted with the book by anyone, he most likely would have.

He opened the door, entering the room, then closed it behind him before peering over at Deidara. Thank Kami for planning ahead; he was awake... Sasori said nothing, starting for his bed, intent on discretely hiding the fairytale book away before something disastrous happened. Like, for example, what did happen.

The red head thought he had the book shoved up his sleeve good enough so that it wouldn't fall. He thought wrong - it did fall, landing on the floor when he was just a few feet from the doors with an, in his opinion, deafening crack of hard cover hitting hard floor. This immediately caused him to freeze in mid-step, looking down at the thing as if it were some sort of hideous insect. Great.

Deidara looked up when he heard the door open. Yay! He had heard Sasori. He smiled at him in a friendly manner before carrying on looking through his bag. So far, the best thing he had found were his keys, which had been lost for God knows how long.
The sculptor’s searching was cut short when he heard his partner’s book clatter onto the floor, causing him to jump a little. He lifted his head and peered over to see what had made the noise. He sniggered a little, very quietly. Though, no doubt the puppet had heard him. He chose not to comment on his partner’s strange choice of reading material. He’d save that for later when he needed some form of defence.
Instead, he tipped everything out of his bag, spreading the contents out on his bed. Damn. He’d forgotten that there was food in there. Meaning that most of the contents and his bed were now covered in crumbs. Hmph, he’d clean up later.
Whilst scanning what had fallen out of his bag, the blond spotted his nail polish bottle. ‘YAY I FOUND IT!’ he cried, picking it up and carefully unscrewing the lid. His nails badly needed to be re-painted. Actually…only around three of his fingers had nail polish left on them.

Indeed, he had heard the blond's quiet sniggers. Sasori merely shot a chilly glare at Deidara before quickly bending down and snatching the book off the floor and heading over to his workstation - no sense in hiding it, now. Though, he was slightly relieved that the sculptor didn't make any snide comments, but he was mentally vowing much discomfort if he ever brought the subject up amongst any of the other guys.

The puppet gladly left the fool to... Whatever he was doing, settling down in the corner where he worked on his puppets and cracking the book open, once more to a random page. Hm... That fairy looked pretty; she'd make a good-

The exclamation of 'YAY I FOUND IT!' cut through the puppeteer's thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He looked up and over at his partner again, staring blankly at him until he noticed the bottle of nail polish that was being oh-so carefully opening. Tch, what a thing to be so damn excited over... "Do you need to be so loud, Deidara?" He mumbled quietly, not truly looking for an answer as he turned back to the book. Now... If he were to make a puppet with wings, he could make them razor sharp... But he'd have to figure out how he'd get them to work like actual wings. Hm.

Hearing the puppet tell him off for being a little too loud, Deidara looked down sadly. ‘Sorry, Danna,’ he mumbled, much quieter, getting on with re-polishing his nails silently. When that was done, he placed the bottle down on his bedside table, blowing his nails to dry them. He was quite interested in what Sasori was actually using that book for.
He got to his feet and made his way over to his partner’s workstation. He looked at the book, which was upside down from his view and beamed. ‘Are you gunna make a fairy puppet?’ he asked. Ah. Maybe Sasori was using the book to make puppets. He wasn’t just reading it. Thankfully.
He moved back a little, holding his arms behind his back, awaiting an answer. He would’ve gone around to look at the book properly, but the feeling of having someone reading over your shoulder wasn’t a particularly pleasant one. Though…the puppet couldn’t feel…right? Still, the blond made no action to move. ‘Peter Pan had a fairy. She made others fly. That could be useful, un,’ he said absently.

Sasori had been too into his thoughts to hear the apology. Or to notice that Deidara had finished with his nails and had approached to investigate what he was doing with the book until the blond said something. He looked up as the sculptor moved back, wondering for a moment how he was going to answer before shrugging. Wouldn't hurt to tell.

"Yes." Was the simple, monotonous answer he gave to the inquiring fool, looking back to the book for a moment. 'Til the blond started rambling off about that Peter Pan fairy chick - which made the puppeteer blink slowly, his mind taking the words and flying with them. Pun intended.

A fairy that could make others fly. A fairy puppet that could be used for flight. The only thing was, said puppet would have to be made out of light materials, and it would have to have a big wingspan, but... It was probably possible, and probably the first usable thing he'd ever heard his partner suggest. Not like he'd admit it - he merely nodded, acknowledging the idea, before smiling slightly. "I'm sure you're aware that the rain has died down. We should go to the village soon." He now had a larger shopping list than before.

After his question was answered, maybe a little too simply, Deidara wandered off back to his bed. It seemed like Sasori had taken what he had said about Peter Pan into account. Well, that was certainly a first.
The blond nodded when the puppet suggested that they should go into the village. What did he need? Oh, yes. Paint and a visit to the doctor’s. He shuddered a little, hoping that his partner hadn’t made his arm worse than it was to begin with. Urgh, what if it had to be amputated or something. No…his injury wasn’t that serious.
He went over to his box and took out a bit of clay, moulding it into the shape of a bird. He wouldn’t really mind walking to the village, but flying was more enjoyable. Plus, Deidara didn’t really want his feet to get all wet. He’d wait until he was outside to make the bird larger.
He then moved over to his bed and started putting everything back into his bag, small crumbs falling onto the floor. Discreetly, the blond swept the stale food under his bed. It wouldn’t bother anyone if it was out of view, would it?

After a moment of watching the blond prepare to go, Sasori closed the book and placed it to one side before standing. Well, since he was going to be picking up a lot of stuff, he had a good reason to bring along his favourite puppet. If only because it could carry it all.

He stepped over to the closet where he kept Hiruko, opening the door and leading said non-living puppet out. Pausing for a moment, he pondered whether or not to wear it, or just make it seem like a third 'person'. Or better yet, he could leave it in the room and just take a scroll to summon it with when he wanted it.

With a slight shrug, he put it on, arms and legs in their correct positions, face hidden behind the obscured one of Hiruko. Then he made his way over to his bed, nabbing his hat off the little desk beside it and placing it on his head. He looked over to Deidara, before starting to make his way to the door, where he'd wait until his partner was ready to go.

Deidara began contemplating taking his rucksack with him. It was already quite heavy and by the time they arrived at the village his shoulder probably be rendered useless too. He didn’t want to risk that, so he took his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. It then occurred to him, he’d probably have to wear his cloak too…bah, it was probably dry by now. It would be cold outside and going out without a jumper or something would be silly. But all of the blond’s jumpers were in the wash…never to be cleaned. Ever.
He kept his bird in his hand and also headed for the door. ‘I need to get my cloak from the washroom before we go,’ he announced. He didn’t really like Hiruko. It looked a little scary. Though…that was probably the whole point. Yeah, using a puppet as armour was pretty cool, but it could at least look a bit more friendly.
The thought of puppets quickly lead back to his previous dream and he shuddered. Think about something else…bugs. Yeah. Bugs are nice.

The puppet-in-a-puppet silently went over his little shopping list in his head, adding 'The Ring 2' to the list. Hey, might as well - the first part was watched last night. Plus, it was mildly amusing to see Deidara get all scared at night due to a movie. And to make sure the blond didn't know it was he who got it - he'd get it when he wasn't looking, then put it somewhere where Tobi would find it.

Sasori grinned at the evil little plan forming in his head, before nodding at the sculptor's announcement. "I'll wait for you at the front door." He opened the door and left the room, leaving it open for his partner - not seeing said blond shudder at some sort of memory or other. Which was probably a good thing, because then he would have asked.

The red head frowned slightly as he remembered something. The only thing he didn't quite like when he was in Hiruko. Stairs. It wasn't like he had any trouble with them, they just weren't his most favourite things in the world.

Deidara quickly closed the door behind him and scurried down the stairs ahead of Sasori. He’d probably get to the front door before his partner. Yes. That would be his aim.
He headed down the corridor towards the washroom. His cloak probably wasn’t dry. This, in effect would cause him to get a cold. Feh, whatever. He was going to the doctor’s wasn’t he? He’d be absolutely fine. Maybe suggesting for spare cloaks from Sir Leader would be a good idea.
Once in the washroom, he noticed that his other clothes were still lying out, waiting to be washed. Perhaps setting them to wash would be another good idea. It took plenty of time for him to figure out how much washing powder to use and how long to set the washing machine to work for. Thankfully, the machine didn’t start leaking bubbles and he grinned smugly. So he wasn’t completely useless.
With that, he grabbed his damn cloak and exited the room, tugging it on, doing the buttons up as he went.

Sasori watched Deidara scurry past, reluctantly reminded of one of the stories in that book. One about a hare and a tortoise or something - not a fairytale, but it had been there... He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts as he reached the damnable stairs.

Of which he glared down before descending carefully, but at a good pace. He was downstairs in less than two minutes, at least, and continuing on his steady pace for the front door. He could still hear Hidan and Kakuzu arguing in the living room - this time about the remote for the television - and he swore he could hear both of Zetsu's personalities cheering one or the other on.

And then he heard a thump. Hidan's profanity-shouting head rolled out of the living room, right into the red heads path. The two stared at each other for a moment, before the puppeteer grabbed the Jashinist's head by the hair - much to his displeasure - and headed over to the basement door.

Kakuzu appeared in the living room doorway in time to see the puppet toss the immortal's head down the basement stairs and continue on his merry way to the front door.

Deidara had been very much playing the role of the hare. Though he stopped to watch Sasori pick up and chuck Hidan’s severed head down into the basement. It was at times like that, he was glad that parts of his body wouldn’t just fall off. It always seemed to amaze him how many people in Akatsuki were actually “normal”. Bar him, only Itachi and Tobi were “normal”. But Tobi was slightly deformed after being crushed by the boulder. And Sasori used to be human, but that didn’t count.
The blond was by now, leaning against the front door, patiently waiting for his partner. He started flexing his hand, seeing if his arm would hurt. Though, unfortunately, it did. He let out a little whine and clutched his throbbing arm. The visit to the doctor’s was instantly sent to the top of his to-do list.
The sculptor then began to wonder what would happen if he lost the ability to use his arm. Now, that would be a disaster. Sure, he’d be able to mould clay and make his creations explode, but he wouldn’t be able to use hand signs. It then dawned on him how dependent he was on his precious arms. Yes. He’d look after them as if they were his children.

Kakuzu made his way over to the top of the basement stairs, about to go fetch the idiot Jashinist's head so that he could sew it back on again. However, due to a blood-curdling scream from said albino immortal, the greedy man rethinking doing that, then quickly made his way back into the living room. At least he wouldn't have to fight anyone for the remote.

Sasori grinned slightly at the scream from below. Seemed like Hidan had seen his little set-up... Though it was odd for him to scream because of a dead body. Perhaps he landed somewhere where something gouged out one of his eyes, instead.

The puppet chuckled to himself before finally reaching the front door. Of course, Deidara had beaten him there. Then again, being in Hiruko cut his speed down drastically if he was trying to stay concealed, so it was only logical. "Ready to go?" He peered at the blond, and then frowned slightly. That arm seemed t be bothering him again. Tch, he didn't need the blond accidentally falling off of one of his clay birds or anything due to it. "Perhaps you should go take another painkiller before we set off."

The scream coming from the basement made the exploding artist jump. Was that really Hidan? He was beginning to get a little curious at what could’ve scared him so much. Pah, he’d go investigate later on.
When Sasori finally arrived, the blond nodded at his question. Of course he was ready…wait…painkillers did sound like a good idea. 'Nah, I’ll survive, un,' he stated, pulling his injury up through the sleeve. Doing that would prevent him from using it. He was tempted to stick his arm out through the front of his cloak as an imitation of Itachi. No doubt it would come back and whack him in the face. Word spread pretty quickly in this home away from home.
He opened the door and walked out, holding it open for his partner politely. Hm. By the looks of things it would probably start raining again soon. Umbrellas would be a good idea as well. He’d just have to avoid puddles and very big trees if he wanted to stay as dry as possible.

The puppet gave the blond a sceptical look that couldn't exactly be seen, all things considered. Tch, whatever - the idiot could take care of himself. And if by chance he didn't survive, for whatever reason...

Sasori stopped those thoughts there. He would not turn Deidara into a puppet under any circumstances unless they were utterly drastic. He shuffled out the held-open door, cringing inwardly at how wet the outside still was. It looked like he'd probably have to add 'oil' to his oh-so 'little' shopping list... Tsk.

He really hoped Kakuzu's credit was okay. He also hoped the mentioned rag doll of a man didn't mind him using it. Though, of course he would. Eh... He'd just blame it on Hidan. Or Tobi.

Pausing for a moment, he looked back at the blond, wondering if he was going to follow on foot or fly.

As if answering Sasori, Deidara took out his pre-made bird and chucked it onto the ground, millimetres away from quite a large puddle. He had learnt from past experiences that his sculptures were ruined if they got wet. They caused weak, petty explosions. He pulled his bad arm up through his sleeve again, slowly doing hand signs until the bird started to grow larger.
Once it had finished growing, the blond climbed up onto his sculpture, sitting down cross-legged, pulling his arm back inside his cloak. It had then occurred to him that with Sasori inside Hiruko it would take…quite a long time for them to arrive at the village. ‘You can come on too, un,’ he offered quietly. Hm…maybe he was being overly nice. But then again. He had told his partner he wanted to be friends with him. ‘If you want to,’ he added.
He’d have to make the bird just a little bigger if the puppet in a puppet decided to take up the offer. This ride was only built for one.

After watching the non-verbal answer to his question, Sasori rolled his eyes and smirked slightly. He should've guessed that Deidara was going to be flying. After all, it seemed to pretty much be his main mode of transportation, or something. The puppet looked back out in front of himself, plotting the best course - through the trees. It wouldn't be as wet as the ground, if he picked his trees well - hmm?

He looked back at hearing the offer, taking a moment to consider it. The puppeteer wasn't exactly all that fond of flying - a good drop was probably one of the few things that could successfully smash the container with the only living part of him within and thus, well, kill him. However, it would save them both a lot of time. And it would be dryer. Plus, the blond was... Nice... To offer.

"Fine." He shuffled around so that he was properly facing the sculptor and the clay bird. Although, he was wondering how he would actually fit on that thing. It didn't look big enough for two.

Hm. He’d have to make the bird have a larger back and wingspan. Back to let the two passengers sit down more comfortably, wingspan to be able to fly easier whilst carrying both of them.
Deidara quickly hopped off the bird, digging into one of his pouches for some clay to use to make the bird that much bigger. Ah…this would be fun with only one arm. He stuck some clay onto both wings and onto the back. Sadly, he had to pull his arm out yet again. Joy joy joy. Perhaps it would’ve been a better idea to make a new sculpture altogether…hn, nevermind. Once his sculpture had finished its mutation, the blond made it kneel down for Sasori to get on.
He also began planning the route. Above the trees was a good idea. It would be much dryer. And it would give the two a better view of where they actually were. Though…he probably wouldn’t be allowed to do any crazy airborne stunts if his partner was with him…

The puppet in a puppet watched with veiled interest as Deidara modified the artificial avian. Sasori had to admit - albeit to himself - that the blond's art, while simple and usually not long lasting, and thus defying the meaning of art, was effective and useful. And quick. Though when the sculptor had to use his injured arm, it occurred tot he red head that he probably should have walked.

... Tsk, too late now. Once the bird was low enough for him to get on, he shuffled over and did so with little difficulty. Then he looked over at his partner, waiting for him. If the puppet had feelings, he figured he'd probably be feeling anxious. Jittery. For obvious reasons. Thankfully, that wasn't and could never - or so he hoped - be the case.

For the moment, he busied himself with going over his little shopping list... Again. Light wood, bed sheet, two or four sheets of metal, books... Maybe something for the blond other than literature if he was 'feeling' nice.

Deidara climbed back up onto the bird with Sasori. He was actually quite happy with how his sculpture had turned out and the amount of space he had created. Maybe it would be a good idea to make his form of transportation this size more often. Though…controlling it might be a bit more of a challenge.
The clay model stood up and slowly started flying upwards into the air. The blond decided that, it might give Sasori a better chance of holding on if it didn’t fly that fast. Hm…handles would be a good idea. Well…he’d make something to help if he was asked. Once properly airborne, Deidara sat down. He didn’t really need to stand up to see where they were going. He’d just peep over the side if he though they were over the village. The sculptor held his arms out happily. ‘Isn’t this fun, un?’ he asked, his partner, giggling.

'Holding on', Sasori was beginning to notice, was something he did best. Aside of puppetry. As soon as the bird started to take to the air, even if it was slowly, the puppeteer dug his hands into it, to some extent. Fortunately, his cloak hid this, so if by chance Deidara looked back, he wouldn't notice his apparent apprehension.

The red head couldn't help but watch the blond a little uneasily at his display of carefree behaviour once they were actually in the air. All the worst-case scenarios were prodding his mind unmercifully, as they usually do when it came to those who didn't exactly like being airborne. Like... What if a real bird made a collision with the sculptor's head and knocked him out? Those kinds of pretty much impossible, albeit morbidly amusing, things.

Thus at the question, the puppet pretty much just 'hnn'd and muttered, "... Sure..." He found making puppets, making people into puppets, and tormenting several choice people fun. Not flying - unlike the blond, who apparently liked it. A lot.

Oblivious to the fact that Sasori wasn’t too enthusiastic about the whole flying thing, the blond grinned. Yay, finally something they agreed on. Well…so he thought. He turned back to look at his partner, grinning away. ‘Maybe it would be easier if we went by bird on all our missions,’ he suggested. At least he was in his puppet armour. Otherwise he’d be showered with questions.
And just at that moment, out of nowhere a bird flew into Deidara’s head. But it didn’t knock him out. It just…well…scared him. ‘EEE! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF, UN!’ he cried, flailing his arm around wildly, protecting himself and trying to his best to hit the bird. This was failing seeing as his eyes were screwed shut. Once he managed to grab the bird, he put it down on the head of his sculpture and flicked it off. ‘Stupid bird,’ he muttered, pouting and ridding himself of a few fallen feathers. ‘I nearly had a heart attack, un.’

The puppet merely stared incredulously at the blond, albeit from behind the glassy and expressionless face of Hiruko. Was Deidara suggesting they fly to get place to place when it came to missions? ... Ahahaha... Hell no! Albeit, he didn't vocalize his objections since it might hint at his growing dislike of being so damn high, but he did vow to make up any excuse that he could when it came to staying grounded.

The red head was sure the world was ending when the stray bird came into the proverbial picture. He let out a rather un-Sasori-like, startled yelp when the sculptor started yelling 'GET IT OFF' and flailing about, grip on the clay avian tightening... Lots. If he were flesh-and-blood, he probably would have fainted. Though, the puppeteer more-or-less regained his 'somewhat' shattered composure when the blond got rid of the vile, real, feathery, apparently blind and stupid bird.

Then, the puppet snorted. He nearly had a heart attack? HA! The red head-starting snickering as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

Deidara was actually quite surprised at Sasori’s little yelp. Once the vile, real, feathery, apparently blind and stupid bird had successfully made its way down to the ground (and its death), the blond shuffled around to look at his partner. ‘You yelped,’ he pointed out, sniggering away. Well…he was taking up the role of “Mr. Stater of the complete and utter obvious” at that moment in time.
He began guessing at why the puppet had actually yelped. Was he scared of birds? Flying? Heights? Flailing, handicapped and rather shocked Deidaras? Come to think of it…the great Akasuna no Sasori wasn’t meant to be afraid of anything. He was an emotionless puppet with no feelings whatsoever.
Although…fear certainly is a feeling.
Deidara reached out and tapped Hiruko’s face. ‘I knew you had feelings,’ he giggled, before turning back around to carry on piloting the aircraft. He thought about adding some more cheeky little comments, but remained silent, still grinning to himself.

Sasori immediately ceased his snickering at the obvious statement coming from Deidara. Then promptly sent a chilly glare his way, even if it couldn't be seen right then. If the blond weren’t needed to keep the flying clay monstrosity in the air, the puppet probably would have thwapped him upside the head. "I did not," he protested, although he knew he did. Damnit, it was times like these that he wished the idiot were... Deaf, or something.