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By now the blond was pretty sure this movie was a comedy; Far too many jokes had been cracked for it to be a horror. Plus, a few stupid things had happened already. ‘Or they put it on the right shelf and this is actually a comedy, un,’ he suggested. Little did he know of the gory scenes that would soon follow…
He lifted his head up when there came a knock at the door followed by a call of “room service.” Deidara grinned and unlinked his and the puppeteer’s arms before getting off the bed and walking over to the door. He opened the door, and a waiter stood there carrying a tray. ‘A child’s pizza with orange juice?’ he asked, looking slightly confused. Probably because there was no child in the room.
‘Yeah, that’s for me,’ the blond replied, taking the tray and quickly closing the door before the waiter could ask any annoying questions.
The sculptor carefully carried the tray back over to the bed and sat back down next to Sasori, placing the tray on his lap. ‘I thought child’s pizzas were smaller than this…’ he commented, picking up the glass of orange juice and taking a sip.

His partner's suggestion earned a bit of a shrug. "Most likely." Or it could be a humorous horror, in which case something scary probably would have happened already. Unless it was the type of movie that strung the viewer along and then sprung the scary stuff of them. In which case... Ah, well. He didn't know and it wasn't like if that was the case, that the blame could be pinned on him.

Anyway... Sasori's attention shifted to the door for a moment at the call before watching Deidara unlink their arms before going to answer it. Right, he'd ordered himself something, didn't he? Again, he looked back to the television, not really paying attention to the exchange, as it didn't exactly concern him. Though he did glance over when his partner sat back down next to him, raising a brow at the comment.

"Apparently you thought wrong," he pointed out. Quite the obvious thing. "Child's pizzas were smaller than that when I was a kid, though." He shrugged, and back to the screen went his attention. Soon enough they'd be as large as a regular pizza. He'd hate to see what a 'regular' pizza was, if it ever got to that. Bah.

Finding it a little hard to balance the tray on his lap, the blond placed it on the floor and sat down there too, looking up and giving a little childish wave to Sasori. This position may prove hurt his neck after a little while, but luckily there wasn’t much food. He began to cut the pizza into eighths. Deidara sniggered a little at his partner’s comment. “I didn’t know pizzas existed when you were a kid,” he thought to himself. But he too remembered kids’ pizzas being a lot smaller back in the day. ‘Maybe it’s because kids need more food because the scientists realised they’re growing, un,’ he suggested, taking a slice of the pizza into his mouth and sitting back to return his attention to the television screen. ‘Or…maybe people were complaining because they were paying for tiny little pizzas that weren’t filling their children’s tummies,’ he added, the phrase muffled due to the pizza still being in his mouth.

The ginger tilted his head slightly when Deidara moved from the bed to the floor, noting briefly that the room should've came with tables or something before returning the little wave with one of his own. It was probably a very, very good thing Sasori wasn't a mind reader... Though he was slightly curious as to what was funny-- oh, the movie. Right, that was probably it, though returning his attention to the television showed him that there wasn't anything particularly funny happening at the moment... Then again, dulled sense of humour.

He frowned slightly at the sculptor's suggestion. "I don't see why children today would need more food than children of years ago..." Kids from his day and age grew up just fine, didn't they? Sure, there were more... Vertically challenged people... But... Really! Wouldn't a smaller stature be preferred? They could get into tighter spaces and-- he ceased that thought at his partner's addition.

... That could be it, too. Enough complaints and things would change over time... He gave a quiet, noncommittal grunt and a shrug. "Probably." People always wanted more for their money, or something. Greedy people. Like, say... Kakuzu. "... Or it could just be this particular inn." He paused a moment to wonder why they were discussing pizza sizes before mentally kicking himself. He was becoming more tolerant of trivial, pointless talking... Any other time he'd probably have just told the blond to shut it.

The blond sat back, staring up at the TV, trying to follow what was going on. He’d missed a little bit of what was happening through his little conversation with Sasori…it looked like that one policeman was training the fat one…or was it the other way around. The relationship between those two guys kind of reminded Deidara of his own relationship with the puppeteer; serious, experienced policeman or in this case, ninja, teamed up with a pretty laid back and almost useless not so experienced person. Of course, Deidara wasn’t going to admit he was useless. He’d had his fair share of moments where his artistic skills had proven to be more than useful.
He took another bite of the pizza, giving a slight shrug. That could be true as well. He noticed a few of the people who worked there were slightly overweight. Maybe this inn supplied more than enough food to those who stayed there. And worked there. ‘You’re probably right, un,’ he mumbled before blinking at the screen a few times. Was that…the grim reaper? The sculptor turned back to look at the red head, pointing to the television. ‘Did you see the grim reaper, un?’ he asked. Damn, if that had been it, all his thoughts about this comedy actually being a horror could be true!

Similar to the blond, the ginger had missed a little bit of a movie - mind, mostly dialog. He hadn't been listening, but he had been watching half-attentively, so he knew the gist of what had been going on. As well, he was on a similar wavelength; the fools in the movie were sort of like them, huh? 'Cept... He didn't and wasn't training his partner in anything or vice versa. That would be just... Too frustrating, most likely. And pointless. They were both capable in their own ways.

... Most of the time.

Sasori nodded slightly at Deidara's reply -- of course he was probably right... He was older and wiser. Also about to say so until the sculptor spoke up again... Questioned, really, and pointed at the television. He turned his attention to the blond, too, giving a second little nod. "Yes, I think I did. Why?" Surely he couldn't be creeped out over something so petty? Something, may he add, that they may- or may not have- seen? Besides that, quite a few comedies used a Reaper-type character as a plot device... Or... Okay, a lot of those were horror-comedies. But still.

Okay, that had definitely been the grim reaper…and what he was going to do next didn’t look too pretty. Trying to turn his attention away from the television for a moment, the blond focused on cutting his food into smaller pieces. If Sasori questioned, he could always just say the food was easier to eat that way.
But sadly, his curiosity got the better of him and just as Deidara lifted the fork to him mouth he looked up and it was right at that moment when the cathedral spire landed on that guy’s head, blood spurting everywhere as the poor guy collapsed to the ground. He stared at the screen open mouthed, his food falling off his fork before he quickly moved back to drive his face into Sasori’s leg. ‘You said it wasn’t horror!’ he wailed, tugging on his partner’s trousers. ‘You said, un!’ What the poor sculptor had just seen on the television was far more horrific than what he’d seen earlier on those previews. And those had been particularly nasty. Well…in his opinion anyway.

Unlike Deidara, Sasori was watching the screen, almost fascinated by what was going on. But it did catch his attention, at any rate; he didn't notice the blond focusing his own attention elsewhere and away from the screen. He gave a very, very quiet chuckle when the unsuspecting guy got 'spired', so to speak, lifting one hand to muffle it. Though he lowered said hand and glanced down to his partner when said blond hid his face in his leg and started wailing about how he'd said the movie wasn't horror, blinking owlishly.

And cringing just slightly at the repetition of 'you said'. Yeah, yeah, sure, he had said that... "It was in the comedy section - I didn't know it was like this," he pointed out frowning a little. "And this is hardly 'horror'..." Then again, that was coming from someone who took live humans and pretty much dissected them and replaced their organics with wood and metal-- a rather bloody process and worse than what just occurred in the movie. Desensitization, anyone?

Anyway. He paused for a moment before leaning a tad bit forward and reaching down to pat the poor sculptor's head. "... But if it's too scary for you... We can simply not watch the rest." Which would be taking the easy way out. Bah.

The chuckle Sasori gave when the poor guy on the screen got killed made the blond shiver. That guy had just had a very horrific and bloody death and all Sasori could do was laugh?! He tugged on his partner’s trousers again. ‘Didn’t you look at the little rating box on the back of the DVD cover when you were in the shop, un?’ he asked, his voice slightly muffled. ‘It would’ve said gore or something…You should’ve known, un!’
Then he felt the other pat his head, the blond’s grip on the fabric loosened slightly. It was nice to know the puppeteer was a least making an effort to comfort him. If this had happened the week before no doubt he would’ve received no comforting at all, let alone expected it.
Still, he clung to the red head, glancing back at the screen as another joke was made. Okay…maybe that was the only gory scene…and if he expected anything he could just cover his eyes and not peek. Making Sasori stop the film because the sculptor found it too scary was just selfish. He shook his head, sitting back up again and picking up the piece of pizza that had fallen with his fork. ‘…I’ll be okay, un…’ he mumbled.

Not having been looking at Deidara at that particular point in time, he didn't notice when the blond shivered. Even if he had... Well it wasn't his fault that what sense of humour he had was twisted! Besides, that scene had been funny... Anyway. He gave a pointless, quiet sigh before looking away slightly. Well... "Checking that didn't occur to me, actually..." It wasn't like he rented a lot of movies - this was probably the first one... Ever. Thus, he hadn't known, not like it would've mattered... Shinobi dealt with gore, no? How was he supposed to know his partner was squeamish? Then again, he didn't like horror...

Ah well. Sasori tilted his head a bit when, after he'd patted the blond's head, said blond had loosened his grip on his poor trousers... Albeit just by a bit. He felt almost like... Mmph. A comfort blanket or a teddy or something. At least, though, the sculptor wasn't being too over-dramatic...

As he waited for the answer to his question, the ginger moved his hand away and rested it beside him on the bed, looking back to the screen. Though his attention was returned to his partner soon enough at the mumbled answer. "If you're sure..." And again, he looked to the screen, though he wasn't quite finished speaking. "Wouldn't want you getting nightmares." Given the nature of his plans for when the blond went to sleep... Yeah.

Okay…maybe he couldn’t really blame Sasori for what had just happened on the screen. He’d just blame the directors and the people who made the movie. Plus…even if the red head had checked that little box he wouldn’t’ve been able to pinpoint exactly when something gory was going to happen…so it wasn’t really his fault. Deidara would just have to predict if something was going to happen and then look away…seemed easy enough. Next time that grim reaper popped up he could just hide behind his partner’s leg again. Maybe he’d get another pat if he was lucky.
He put the piece of pizza that was on his fork into his mouth, paying close attention to any evil looking characters…then again most of those people looked rather evil. The sculptor was beginning to suspect not all was what it seemed in this…rather too perfect little village. He turned back to look at the puppeteer and grinned. ‘Even if I did get one I could just cuddle you and feel all better, un,’ he replied before turning back to look at the screen.

Occasionally, the ginger found himself glancing from the television to his partner to make sure he was faring well, or something akin to that. Though he couldn't fathom why - maybe he was getting a bit... Protective? Mm. Just a tiny, tiny bit... Eventually his attention focussed and kept to what was going on in the movie, although a short moment later it was brought back to Deidara when said blond replied to what he'd said.

Well, okay, yeah, he could do that. Theoretically. Though he was assuming Sasori wouldn't be watching anything other than something 'normal', so to speak. And then there was the whole 'cuddle' deal... "... True." He wasn't going to spill his possible nightly activities. Duh. "But I'm not cuddly," he mumbled seconds later in protest. Or denial, who knew? Maybe even both! Anyway.

He looked back to the screen afterward, silent for a rather short spanse of time before continuing. "And wouldn't it get annoying if you wound have having multiple nightmares?" He forgot what it felt like, sure, but fatigue caused by a night's worth of interrupted sleep couldn't be pleasant. As well, if they were flying back... Well... That could be even worse.

The blond took a whole slice of the pizza into his mouth before picking up his glass and taking a sip of the neglected orange juice. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he saw that cloaked grin reaper person again and he quickly swallowed before hiding behind Sasori’s leg again, clutching the fabric of his trousers tightly. ‘Tell me when it’s safe to look, un,’ he said quietly, listening out for any screaming.
He looked up at the other before smiling a little. ‘You are cuddly!’ he replied. ‘If you weren’t I wouldn’t’ve been so comfortable last night, un.’ He blushed a little just remembering it, before hiding his face from view.
Deidara’s blush increased when the puppeteer asked about multiple nightmares. Well…if that was the case, Sasori would have to keep coming back and hugging the poor sculptor until he’d calmed down. It might not be the best of arrangements...but still. ‘You could just sit on the bed and watch TV while I sleep, un,’ he suggested. ‘That way cuddling me wouldn’t be so hard.'

And not only the return trip. What of his nightly plans? He'd already concluded that such a situation would be awkward and... Hmn. Perhaps he should rethink it all... Sasori blinked slowly and peered down at his partner when Deidara went back to hiding behind his leg. Eh? No, he hadn't been paying attention -- he looked back to the screen before rolling his eyes. "Fine..." Ah, such a baby.

He looked back to the screen for a few moments before looking back to the blond at hearing the reply, brows arching a bit once he'd finished speaking and began blushing a bit before once again hiding. Odd; he still couldn't understand how someone like himself, made of wood, could be cuddly... Or comfortable. "If you say so," he mumbled, glancing back to the screen. Hm...

The ginger only looked back to his partner after the suggestion, frowning slightly. "That could work..." Cuddling? Gah. "But wouldn't that end up with you being tired tomorrow? Assuming we're flying back, I'm not getting on one of those things with you if you seem like you're about to keel over from fatigue..." A pause. He glanced to the screen before continuing. "It's safe to look now, by the way."

Whilst awaiting an answer, the sculptor continued to hide behind his partner’s leg. And this method seemed to be rather effective; there were screams and shouts so he guessed someone had been brutally murdered. He lifted his head to look up at Sasori again, being very careful not to “accidentally” look at the screen and immediately regret it. ‘I know so, un,’ he replied, grinning. Yes, Deidara found his partner to be both comfy and cuddly. He couldn’t really understand it himself, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to complain about it. Maybe the idea of him being there was comforting and it subconsciously made Deidara think the puppeteer was comfortable and cuddly. Ah, who knows?
He laughed a little at the red head’s notion. ‘You’re silly, un,’ he sniggered before moving to look back at the screen. ‘I can cuddle you and sleep at the same time. It’s not really hard. I managed it last night, didn’t I?’ It was strange he hadn’t even lunged at his partner for referring to his artistic creations as “those things.” Any other day and the blond would have insisted he was wrong. Perhaps he was getting more tolerant.

He 'knew' so, huh? He gave the blond a bit of a look, though... There really wouldn't be much of a point in protesting or arguing against what his partner 'knew', right? So about that, he kept quiet, responding with naught but a slight nod. He sort of wanted to return the comment, but it'd be fake if he did - another reason to stay quiet, other than that he didn't have much to say. And what he did have to say was best not said.

Sasori blinked a few times, frowning when Deidara laughed and, of all things, called him silly. Thankfully his unworded question was answered soon after, and... That would severely cripple his plans. Maybe. The DVD player came with a remote control... He'd just have to learn to use it quickly and effectively. Though that could arouse suspicion. Pah. "Yes. You have a point..." He looked back to the screen, as well, seconds later, 'hmm'ing quietly. At current, his mind was more focussed on figuring out how to successfully pull off his later plans, he hadn't noticed the lack of any sort of comment or retort to the 'those things' thing.

Not like he'd have noticed it, anyway. Unless it was purposely, he didn't realize when he down-talked or insulted his partner's art... It pretty much came naturally to him.

Oh, look, there was that swan again. Deidara couldn’t help but giggle quietly. Of all the animals that the film people could have picked, it had to be something silly like a swan. He was beginning to wonder whether those two policemen were ever going to catch it.
He glanced back up at the puppeteer again, grinning, simultaneously reaching for his glass of orange juice. ‘So you’re okay with that set up?’ he asked. It didn’t hurt to make sure. He was beginning to look forward to that night. He’d be able to snuggle up to Sasori just as he’d always wanted. The blond was actually quite surprised that he hadn’t said no to the cuddling idea in the first place. It was a nice thought. ‘Shame you didn’t get some more DVD’s for you to watch later, un. You’ll be bored,’ he mumbled, before taking a sip from his glass and turning his attention back to the TV.
Hm…looked like that policeman was figuring the grim reaper thing out. Couldn’t hurt to try using that to his advantage. ‘Oh, yeah, I knew there was more than one all along,’ he insisted smugly. Of course it was a lie. The sculptor hadn’t really been paying attention to anything important being said…ah well…at least he was getting the funny bits.

Just how hard was it to catch a damn swan? The ginger rolled his eyes at it's reappearance. Surely they had tranquilizers or something? Or they could just shoot the damn thing and buy what's-his-face a new one... Costly maybe, but surely swan was edible? Oh, whatever. They needed ninja. Catching a swan would be nothing, then!

Anyway, the question caused Sasori look back down at the sculptor before he gave a slight shrug. "I guess." Wasn't like he could protest without bringing about some form of suspicion; there really wasn't much else to do at night. If all else failed, he could just steal the goddamn movie and watch it late at night some time back at HQ... Or switch whatever rented movie DVD was going to be watched one night, with it. Nah... It would be best to do that after seeing it for himself...

Thus it was settled; he'd be stealing the damn thing. "Yeah. Shame," he agreed half-heartedly before shaking his head, looking back to the television as well. "I won't be bored..." Meditation, anyone? He went silent 'til after the next time Deidara spoke. Oh ho, really, now. "Sure you did...," he mumbled quietly, smirking slightly and reaching over to pat his partner's head in a mockingly pityingly kind of way.

Deidara had finally finished off his meal and was now downing his remaining orange juice, all the while thinking up things for his partner to do while he slept…if the television had been set up properly Sasori could always watch normal TV. Heck, there might even be a scary movie or something scheduled. Scary movies were usually played at ridiculous hours after the blond had gone to sleep so that would be an option. Reading could also be an option, but he doubted there were any books in the room and it didn’t look like the red head had brought one with him on this little trip. He was about to suggest the TV thing when his partner spoke again. The sculptor smiled gently, looking up at the other. ‘If you say so, un…you could always watch me sleep if you do get bored.’ He only said that as a joke. He really doubted Sasori would do something like that…even though it would be nice if he did.
He giggled quietly, reaching up to grab the puppeteer’s hand, holding it tightly. ‘I did…and I bet it’s those two,’ he stated, pointing to the two policemen with sunglasses.

The 'you could always watch me sleep' suggestion earned a raised brow. Yeah, he was certain it was just a joke, but that could work, too... Actually. His smirk turned to a small smile as he contemplated the notion. "I could... That way if you say something embarrassing in your sleep, I can use it as blackmail," he mused. Jokingly... Of course. He could be mean, but... Okay, that wouldn't be the meanest thing ever, but blackmail just wasn't his thing, anyway.

Sasori tilted his head a bit when Deidara reached up to grab and hold his hand, blinking. Those two? He looked to the screen before shrugging slightly. He didn't think so, at any rate, but... Ah well. "And why do you bet that it's those two?" Surely the blond had some reasoning or other as to 'why'. He looked back to his partner while awaiting his answer, actually managing to look a little curious. Considering to an extent he sort of was... Maybe he had a super-intelligent reason?

Or not. It would be better to not assume things.

Deidara blushed furiously. Okay, now he really wanted to take that comment back. It had only been a joke and now it looked like Sasori was really going to do it…and then use it against him. He looked up at the other almost pleadingly. ‘Please don’t, un! I can’t control what I say in my sleep!’ he insisted. Really, he couldn’t. What came out tended to be what he was saying in his dream and dreams were pretty hard to control. Obviously, the blond hadn’t caught on that the puppeteer was joking as well.
He then turned his attention back to the television; all worry of the potential blackmail suddenly shoved to the back of his mind. ‘Well…don’t you think it’s suspicious that they’re constantly saying that the murders were accidents, un?’ he asked. ‘And they’re always wearing those sunglasses. They’re obviously bad guys.’ Either that…or they were just stupid and didn’t believe any of the theories. But the sculptor was still pretty that pair were the villains behind this case.

Sasori looked back down at Deidara at the insisting, noticing both the blush and the pleading look. Mm... He needed to work a bit on putting a tone to his voice at times instead of just sticking with the monotone. Lest he say something less harmless in jest to have it taken the wrong way... He smiled slightly, shaking his head a little. "I was kidding... Do you think I would do that?" He rose a brow, attention re-shifting back to the television once again seconds after his partner's had.

And after listening to his inquiry-slash-explanation, he had to nod a bit. "... Maybe to keep people from panicking, but you do have a point." Then again, 'accidents' could put people at a panic as well... Mm. And he also had a point about the sunglasses. Villains normally had some sort of trademark thing, a symbol or item of clothing or something. Hell, they were a real-life example, or at least the organization they belonged to. "Two points," he added afterward.

He gave a sigh of relief. Oh, right…he’d only been joking. Still, it made the blond feel a little bit stupid for believing it in the first place. But Sasori did come across as being quite believable. Ah, no matter. At least that scare was over. And with that, he moved to get up, picking up the tray and heading for the door. He opened it and placed the tray outside before closing the door again. ‘That food was pretty good, un,’ he commented, sitting down next to his partner and re-adopting the previous position of arm linking and resting his head on the puppeteer’s shoulder. Though most of his attention was on the television.
‘I don’t really think it’s to stop people from panicking, Danna, un...more covering up the evidence that they’re doing all this.’
But apparently his theory was incorrect. It just had to be all those old people, didn’t it? Deidara groaned in annoyance. He’d been so sure his theory had been right. And their reasons for the murders were quite bizarre too. ‘…So…they killed all those people because they were annoying? That’s stupid!’ Even though…there had been many times in the past where the sculptor had been worried about his partner killing him for that very reason.

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By now the blond was pretty sure this movie was a comedy; Far too many jokes had been cracked for it to be a horror. Plus, a few stupid things had happened already. ‘Or they put it on the right shelf and this is actually a comedy, un,’ he suggested. Little did he know of the gory scenes that would soon follow…
He lifted his head up when there came a knock at the door followed by a call of “room service.” Deidara grinned and unlinked his and the puppeteer’s arms before getting off the bed and walking over to the door. He opened the door, and a waiter stood there carrying a tray. ‘A child’s pizza with orange juice?’ he asked, looking slightly confused. Probably because there was no child in the room.
‘Yeah, that’s for me,’ the blond replied, taking the tray and quickly closing the door before the waiter could ask any annoying questions.
The sculptor carefully carried the tray back over to the bed and sat back down next to Sasori, placing the tray on his lap. ‘I thought child’s pizzas were smaller than this…’ he commented, picking up the glass of orange juice and taking a sip.

His partner's suggestion earned a bit of a shrug. "Most likely." Or it could be a humorous horror, in which case something scary probably would have happened already. Unless it was the type of movie that strung the viewer along and then sprung the scary stuff of them. In which case... Ah, well. He didn't know and it wasn't like if that was the case, that the blame could be pinned on him.

Anyway... Sasori's attention shifted to the door for a moment at the call before watching Deidara unlink their arms before going to answer it. Right, he'd ordered himself something, didn't he? Again, he looked back to the television, not really paying attention to the exchange, as it didn't exactly concern him. Though he did glance over when his partner sat back down next to him, raising a brow at the comment.

"Apparently you thought wrong," he pointed out. Quite the obvious thing. "Child's pizzas were smaller than that when I was a kid, though." He shrugged, and back to the screen went his attention. Soon enough they'd be as large as a regular pizza. He'd hate to see what a 'regular' pizza was, if it ever got to that. Bah.

Finding it a little hard to balance the tray on his lap, the blond placed it on the floor and sat down there too, looking up and giving a little childish wave to Sasori. This position may prove hurt his neck after a little while, but luckily there wasn’t much food. He began to cut the pizza into eighths. Deidara sniggered a little at his partner’s comment. “I didn’t know pizzas existed when you were a kid,” he thought to himself. But he too remembered kids’ pizzas being a lot smaller back in the day. ‘Maybe it’s because kids need more food because the scientists realised they’re growing, un,’ he suggested, taking a slice of the pizza into his mouth and sitting back to return his attention to the television screen. ‘Or…maybe people were complaining because they were paying for tiny little pizzas that weren’t filling their children’s tummies,’ he added, the phrase muffled due to the pizza still being in his mouth.

The ginger tilted his head slightly when Deidara moved from the bed to the floor, noting briefly that the room should've came with tables or something before returning the little wave with one of his own. It was probably a very, very good thing Sasori wasn't a mind reader... Though he was slightly curious as to what was funny-- oh, the movie. Right, that was probably it, though returning his attention to the television showed him that there wasn't anything particularly funny happening at the moment... Then again, dulled sense of humour.

He frowned slightly at the sculptor's suggestion. "I don't see why children today would need more food than children of years ago..." Kids from his day and age grew up just fine, didn't they? Sure, there were more... Vertically challenged people... But... Really! Wouldn't a smaller stature be preferred? They could get into tighter spaces and-- he ceased that thought at his partner's addition.

... That could be it, too. Enough complaints and things would change over time... He gave a quiet, noncommittal grunt and a shrug. "Probably." People always wanted more for their money, or something. Greedy people. Like, say... Kakuzu. "... Or it could just be this particular inn." He paused a moment to wonder why they were discussing pizza sizes before mentally kicking himself. He was becoming more tolerant of trivial, pointless talking... Any other time he'd probably have just told the blond to shut it.

The blond sat back, staring up at the TV, trying to follow what was going on. He’d missed a little bit of what was happening through his little conversation with Sasori…it looked like that one policeman was training the fat one…or was it the other way around. The relationship between those two guys kind of reminded Deidara of his own relationship with the puppeteer; serious, experienced policeman or in this case, ninja, teamed up with a pretty laid back and almost useless not so experienced person. Of course, Deidara wasn’t going to admit he was useless. He’d had his fair share of moments where his artistic skills had proven to be more than useful.
He took another bite of the pizza, giving a slight shrug. That could be true as well. He noticed a few of the people who worked there were slightly overweight. Maybe this inn supplied more than enough food to those who stayed there. And worked there. ‘You’re probably right, un,’ he mumbled before blinking at the screen a few times. Was that…the grim reaper? The sculptor turned back to look at the red head, pointing to the television. ‘Did you see the grim reaper, un?’ he asked. Damn, if that had been it, all his thoughts about this comedy actually being a horror could be true!

Similar to the blond, the ginger had missed a little bit of a movie - mind, mostly dialog. He hadn't been listening, but he had been watching half-attentively, so he knew the gist of what had been going on. As well, he was on a similar wavelength; the fools in the movie were sort of like them, huh? 'Cept... He didn't and wasn't training his partner in anything or vice versa. That would be just... Too frustrating, most likely. And pointless. They were both capable in their own ways.

... Most of the time.

Sasori nodded slightly at Deidara's reply -- of course he was probably right... He was older and wiser. Also about to say so until the sculptor spoke up again... Questioned, really, and pointed at the television. He turned his attention to the blond, too, giving a second little nod. "Yes, I think I did. Why?" Surely he couldn't be creeped out over something so petty? Something, may he add, that they may- or may not have- seen? Besides that, quite a few comedies used a Reaper-type character as a plot device... Or... Okay, a lot of those were horror-comedies. But still.

Okay, that had definitely been the grim reaper…and what he was going to do next didn’t look too pretty. Trying to turn his attention away from the television for a moment, the blond focused on cutting his food into smaller pieces. If Sasori questioned, he could always just say the food was easier to eat that way.
But sadly, his curiosity got the better of him and just as Deidara lifted the fork to him mouth he looked up and it was right at that moment when the cathedral spire landed on that guy’s head, blood spurting everywhere as the poor guy collapsed to the ground. He stared at the screen open mouthed, his food falling off his fork before he quickly moved back to drive his face into Sasori’s leg. ‘You said it wasn’t horror!’ he wailed, tugging on his partner’s trousers. ‘You said, un!’ What the poor sculptor had just seen on the television was far more horrific than what he’d seen earlier on those previews. And those had been particularly nasty. Well…in his opinion anyway.

Unlike Deidara, Sasori was watching the screen, almost fascinated by what was going on. But it did catch his attention, at any rate; he didn't notice the blond focusing his own attention elsewhere and away from the screen. He gave a very, very quiet chuckle when the unsuspecting guy got 'spired', so to speak, lifting one hand to muffle it. Though he lowered said hand and glanced down to his partner when said blond hid his face in his leg and started wailing about how he'd said the movie wasn't horror, blinking owlishly.

And cringing just slightly at the repetition of 'you said'. Yeah, yeah, sure, he had said that... "It was in the comedy section - I didn't know it was like this," he pointed out frowning a little. "And this is hardly 'horror'..." Then again, that was coming from someone who took live humans and pretty much dissected them and replaced their organics with wood and metal-- a rather bloody process and worse than what just occurred in the movie. Desensitization, anyone?

Anyway. He paused for a moment before leaning a tad bit forward and reaching down to pat the poor sculptor's head. "... But if it's too scary for you... We can simply not watch the rest." Which would be taking the easy way out. Bah.

The chuckle Sasori gave when the poor guy on the screen got killed made the blond shiver. That guy had just had a very horrific and bloody death and all Sasori could do was laugh?! He tugged on his partner’s trousers again. ‘Didn’t you look at the little rating box on the back of the DVD cover when you were in the shop, un?’ he asked, his voice slightly muffled. ‘It would’ve said gore or something…You should’ve known, un!’
Then he felt the other pat his head, the blond’s grip on the fabric loosened slightly. It was nice to know the puppeteer was a least making an effort to comfort him. If this had happened the week before no doubt he would’ve received no comforting at all, let alone expected it.
Still, he clung to the red head, glancing back at the screen as another joke was made. Okay…maybe that was the only gory scene…and if he expected anything he could just cover his eyes and not peek. Making Sasori stop the film because the sculptor found it too scary was just selfish. He shook his head, sitting back up again and picking up the piece of pizza that had fallen with his fork. ‘…I’ll be okay, un…’ he mumbled.

Not having been looking at Deidara at that particular point in time, he didn't notice when the blond shivered. Even if he had... Well it wasn't his fault that what sense of humour he had was twisted! Besides, that scene had been funny... Anyway. He gave a pointless, quiet sigh before looking away slightly. Well... "Checking that didn't occur to me, actually..." It wasn't like he rented a lot of movies - this was probably the first one... Ever. Thus, he hadn't known, not like it would've mattered... Shinobi dealt with gore, no? How was he supposed to know his partner was squeamish? Then again, he didn't like horror...

Ah well. Sasori tilted his head a bit when, after he'd patted the blond's head, said blond had loosened his grip on his poor trousers... Albeit just by a bit. He felt almost like... Mmph. A comfort blanket or a teddy or something. At least, though, the sculptor wasn't being too over-dramatic...

As he waited for the answer to his question, the ginger moved his hand away and rested it beside him on the bed, looking back to the screen. Though his attention was returned to his partner soon enough at the mumbled answer. "If you're sure..." And again, he looked to the screen, though he wasn't quite finished speaking. "Wouldn't want you getting nightmares." Given the nature of his plans for when the blond went to sleep... Yeah.

Okay…maybe he couldn’t really blame Sasori for what had just happened on the screen. He’d just blame the directors and the people who made the movie. Plus…even if the red head had checked that little box he wouldn’t’ve been able to pinpoint exactly when something gory was going to happen…so it wasn’t really his fault. Deidara would just have to predict if something was going to happen and then look away…seemed easy enough. Next time that grim reaper popped up he could just hide behind his partner’s leg again. Maybe he’d get another pat if he was lucky.
He put the piece of pizza that was on his fork into his mouth, paying close attention to any evil looking characters…then again most of those people looked rather evil. The sculptor was beginning to suspect not all was what it seemed in this…rather too perfect little village. He turned back to look at the puppeteer and grinned. ‘Even if I did get one I could just cuddle you and feel all better, un,’ he replied before turning back to look at the screen.

Occasionally, the ginger found himself glancing from the television to his partner to make sure he was faring well, or something akin to that. Though he couldn't fathom why - maybe he was getting a bit... Protective? Mm. Just a tiny, tiny bit... Eventually his attention focussed and kept to what was going on in the movie, although a short moment later it was brought back to Deidara when said blond replied to what he'd said.

Well, okay, yeah, he could do that. Theoretically. Though he was assuming Sasori wouldn't be watching anything other than something 'normal', so to speak. And then there was the whole 'cuddle' deal... "... True." He wasn't going to spill his possible nightly activities. Duh. "But I'm not cuddly," he mumbled seconds later in protest. Or denial, who knew? Maybe even both! Anyway.

He looked back to the screen afterward, silent for a rather short spanse of time before continuing. "And wouldn't it get annoying if you wound have having multiple nightmares?" He forgot what it felt like, sure, but fatigue caused by a night's worth of interrupted sleep couldn't be pleasant. As well, if they were flying back... Well... That could be even worse.

The blond took a whole slice of the pizza into his mouth before picking up his glass and taking a sip of the neglected orange juice. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he saw that cloaked grin reaper person again and he quickly swallowed before hiding behind Sasori’s leg again, clutching the fabric of his trousers tightly. ‘Tell me when it’s safe to look, un,’ he said quietly, listening out for any screaming.
He looked up at the other before smiling a little. ‘You are cuddly!’ he replied. ‘If you weren’t I wouldn’t’ve been so comfortable last night, un.’ He blushed a little just remembering it, before hiding his face from view.
Deidara’s blush increased when the puppeteer asked about multiple nightmares. Well…if that was the case, Sasori would have to keep coming back and hugging the poor sculptor until he’d calmed down. It might not be the best of arrangements...but still. ‘You could just sit on the bed and watch TV while I sleep, un,’ he suggested. ‘That way cuddling me wouldn’t be so hard.'

And not only the return trip. What of his nightly plans? He'd already concluded that such a situation would be awkward and... Hmn. Perhaps he should rethink it all... Sasori blinked slowly and peered down at his partner when Deidara went back to hiding behind his leg. Eh? No, he hadn't been paying attention -- he looked back to the screen before rolling his eyes. "Fine..." Ah, such a baby.

He looked back to the screen for a few moments before looking back to the blond at hearing the reply, brows arching a bit once he'd finished speaking and began blushing a bit before once again hiding. Odd; he still couldn't understand how someone like himself, made of wood, could be cuddly... Or comfortable. "If you say so," he mumbled, glancing back to the screen. Hm...

The ginger only looked back to his partner after the suggestion, frowning slightly. "That could work..." Cuddling? Gah. "But wouldn't that end up with you being tired tomorrow? Assuming we're flying back, I'm not getting on one of those things with you if you seem like you're about to keel over from fatigue..." A pause. He glanced to the screen before continuing. "It's safe to look now, by the way."

Whilst awaiting an answer, the sculptor continued to hide behind his partner’s leg. And this method seemed to be rather effective; there were screams and shouts so he guessed someone had been brutally murdered. He lifted his head to look up at Sasori again, being very careful not to “accidentally” look at the screen and immediately regret it. ‘I know so, un,’ he replied, grinning. Yes, Deidara found his partner to be both comfy and cuddly. He couldn’t really understand it himself, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to complain about it. Maybe the idea of him being there was comforting and it subconsciously made Deidara think the puppeteer was comfortable and cuddly. Ah, who knows?
He laughed a little at the red head’s notion. ‘You’re silly, un,’ he sniggered before moving to look back at the screen. ‘I can cuddle you and sleep at the same time. It’s not really hard. I managed it last night, didn’t I?’ It was strange he hadn’t even lunged at his partner for referring to his artistic creations as “those things.” Any other day and the blond would have insisted he was wrong. Perhaps he was getting more tolerant.

He 'knew' so, huh? He gave the blond a bit of a look, though... There really wouldn't be much of a point in protesting or arguing against what his partner 'knew', right? So about that, he kept quiet, responding with naught but a slight nod. He sort of wanted to return the comment, but it'd be fake if he did - another reason to stay quiet, other than that he didn't have much to say. And what he did have to say was best not said.

Sasori blinked a few times, frowning when Deidara laughed and, of all things, called him silly. Thankfully his unworded question was answered soon after, and... That would severely cripple his plans. Maybe. The DVD player came with a remote control... He'd just have to learn to use it quickly and effectively. Though that could arouse suspicion. Pah. "Yes. You have a point..." He looked back to the screen, as well, seconds later, 'hmm'ing quietly. At current, his mind was more focussed on figuring out how to successfully pull off his later plans, he hadn't noticed the lack of any sort of comment or retort to the 'those things' thing.

Not like he'd have noticed it, anyway. Unless it was purposely, he didn't realize when he down-talked or insulted his partner's art... It pretty much came naturally to him.

Oh, look, there was that swan again. Deidara couldn’t help but giggle quietly. Of all the animals that the film people could have picked, it had to be something silly like a swan. He was beginning to wonder whether those two policemen were ever going to catch it.
He glanced back up at the puppeteer again, grinning, simultaneously reaching for his glass of orange juice. ‘So you’re okay with that set up?’ he asked. It didn’t hurt to make sure. He was beginning to look forward to that night. He’d be able to snuggle up to Sasori just as he’d always wanted. The blond was actually quite surprised that he hadn’t said no to the cuddling idea in the first place. It was a nice thought. ‘Shame you didn’t get some more DVD’s for you to watch later, un. You’ll be bored,’ he mumbled, before taking a sip from his glass and turning his attention back to the TV.
Hm…looked like that policeman was figuring the grim reaper thing out. Couldn’t hurt to try using that to his advantage. ‘Oh, yeah, I knew there was more than one all along,’ he insisted smugly. Of course it was a lie. The sculptor hadn’t really been paying attention to anything important being said…ah well…at least he was getting the funny bits.

Just how hard was it to catch a damn swan? The ginger rolled his eyes at it's reappearance. Surely they had tranquilizers or something? Or they could just shoot the damn thing and buy what's-his-face a new one... Costly maybe, but surely swan was edible? Oh, whatever. They needed ninja. Catching a swan would be nothing, then!

Anyway, the question caused Sasori look back down at the sculptor before he gave a slight shrug. "I guess." Wasn't like he could protest without bringing about some form of suspicion; there really wasn't much else to do at night. If all else failed, he could just steal the goddamn movie and watch it late at night some time back at HQ... Or switch whatever rented movie DVD was going to be watched one night, with it. Nah... It would be best to do that after seeing it for himself...

Thus it was settled; he'd be stealing the damn thing. "Yeah. Shame," he agreed half-heartedly before shaking his head, looking back to the television as well. "I won't be bored..." Meditation, anyone? He went silent 'til after the next time Deidara spoke. Oh ho, really, now. "Sure you did...," he mumbled quietly, smirking slightly and reaching over to pat his partner's head in a mockingly pityingly kind of way.

Deidara had finally finished off his meal and was now downing his remaining orange juice, all the while thinking up things for his partner to do while he slept…if the television had been set up properly Sasori could always watch normal TV. Heck, there might even be a scary movie or something scheduled. Scary movies were usually played at ridiculous hours after the blond had gone to sleep so that would be an option. Reading could also be an option, but he doubted there were any books in the room and it didn’t look like the red head had brought one with him on this little trip. He was about to suggest the TV thing when his partner spoke again. The sculptor smiled gently, looking up at the other. ‘If you say so, un…you could always watch me sleep if you do get bored.’ He only said that as a joke. He really doubted Sasori would do something like that…even though it would be nice if he did.
He giggled quietly, reaching up to grab the puppeteer’s hand, holding it tightly. ‘I did…and I bet it’s those two,’ he stated, pointing to the two policemen with sunglasses.

The 'you could always watch me sleep' suggestion earned a raised brow. Yeah, he was certain it was just a joke, but that could work, too... Actually. His smirk turned to a small smile as he contemplated the notion. "I could... That way if you say something embarrassing in your sleep, I can use it as blackmail," he mused. Jokingly... Of course. He could be mean, but... Okay, that wouldn't be the meanest thing ever, but blackmail just wasn't his thing, anyway.

Sasori tilted his head a bit when Deidara reached up to grab and hold his hand, blinking. Those two? He looked to the screen before shrugging slightly. He didn't think so, at any rate, but... Ah well. "And why do you bet that it's those two?" Surely the blond had some reasoning or other as to 'why'. He looked back to his partner while awaiting his answer, actually managing to look a little curious. Considering to an extent he sort of was... Maybe he had a super-intelligent reason?

Or not. It would be better to not assume things.

Deidara blushed furiously. Okay, now he really wanted to take that comment back. It had only been a joke and now it looked like Sasori was really going to do it…and then use it against him. He looked up at the other almost pleadingly. ‘Please don’t, un! I can’t control what I say in my sleep!’ he insisted. Really, he couldn’t. What came out tended to be what he was saying in his dream and dreams were pretty hard to control. Obviously, the blond hadn’t caught on that the puppeteer was joking as well.
He then turned his attention back to the television; all worry of the potential blackmail suddenly shoved to the back of his mind. ‘Well…don’t you think it’s suspicious that they’re constantly saying that the murders were accidents, un?’ he asked. ‘And they’re always wearing those sunglasses. They’re obviously bad guys.’ Either that…or they were just stupid and didn’t believe any of the theories. But the sculptor was still pretty that pair were the villains behind this case.

Sasori looked back down at Deidara at the insisting, noticing both the blush and the pleading look. Mm... He needed to work a bit on putting a tone to his voice at times instead of just sticking with the monotone. Lest he say something less harmless in jest to have it taken the wrong way... He smiled slightly, shaking his head a little. "I was kidding... Do you think I would do that?" He rose a brow, attention re-shifting back to the television once again seconds after his partner's had.

And after listening to his inquiry-slash-explanation, he had to nod a bit. "... Maybe to keep people from panicking, but you do have a point." Then again, 'accidents' could put people at a panic as well... Mm. And he also had a point about the sunglasses. Villains normally had some sort of trademark thing, a symbol or item of clothing or something. Hell, they were a real-life example, or at least the organization they belonged to. "Two points," he added afterward.

He gave a sigh of relief. Oh, right…he’d only been joking. Still, it made the blond feel a little bit stupid for believing it in the first place. But Sasori did come across as being quite believable. Ah, no matter. At least that scare was over. And with that, he moved to get up, picking up the tray and heading for the door. He opened it and placed the tray outside before closing the door again. ‘That food was pretty good, un,’ he commented, sitting down next to his partner and re-adopting the previous position of arm linking and resting his head on the puppeteer’s shoulder. Though most of his attention was on the television.
‘I don’t really think it’s to stop people from panicking, Danna, un...more covering up the evidence that they’re doing all this.’
But apparently his theory was incorrect. It just had to be all those old people, didn’t it? Deidara groaned in annoyance. He’d been so sure his theory had been right. And their reasons for the murders were quite bizarre too. ‘…So…they killed all those people because they were annoying? That’s stupid!’ Even though…there had been many times in the past where the sculptor had been worried about his partner killing him for that very reason.