Oh no. Oh no this is bad. Deidara remains completely silent as he's being dragged along. Shit he can't even think of what he did this time. After a minute of walking.. "Sasori-Danna..?"

"What--?! Hell no! I don't touch your shit.. last time I did that you stung me, hm!" Deidara had an immunity built up.. that doesn't mean Sasori's poisons and venoms don't hurt though.

His blood runs cold. The taller of the artists meets those fiery hues of burnt umber. He swallows hard and seems to shrink in Sasori's glare. "I.. It wasn't me-- I swear it, yeah." Deidara was the cause of a lot of destruction. It may well have been him and he didn't realize.

Theres no thoughts in his mind.. just panic. He looked at the mangled mess that was Hiruko. Though now he could confidently say. "I swear on my art, Danna. I didn't do that, hm."

Deidara takes several steps back.. rubbing the wrist which now had a lovely bruise on it. He is slinking back to his side of the studio, afraid that if he says one more thing he'll get a lashing.

Oh look. Sasori-Danna is being delusional again.

Deidara doesn't even seem to recognize him.

Perhaps if he's glared at he might recognize his Danna. Sasori has an unforgettable stare.

I'll show you the beauty of a fleeting moment. A moment to remember and yet is ever changing in someone's mind. I'd rather work with Tobi than accept your version of real art. /Thats also a goddamn lie and everyone knows it./

"It should be an image, permanently burned into their mind. Scarring them, haunting their waking moment that they will never see that beauty again. But it will only last for a few moments." A confident smirk. This debate will never get old.

Deidara blasting explicit music while working on his sculptures to make Sasori's everyday hell. Yes. Yes he is. Where's Hidan to come dance with the blonde?

Poking @puppetbody.. Is he dead or disassociate? Either way Deidara is prepared to run if needed for touching Sasori-Danna.

Blowing up the Akatsuki base has never looked more tempting.