Butterfly-Kisses12

If Deidara ever happened to read the full story that this play was based on he’d probably end up giggling and recollecting his little theory that the daughter of Oedipus was her father’s guide dog. And if there were any illustrations in the book he’d probably scribble in a little lead, floppy dog ears and a big blob nose for the her and black rounded glasses for him. Other people reading it after him probably wouldn’t get the joke, but that didn’t matter. It would be pretty funny to do. The question about the long winded speeches crossed his mind too. They seemed to happen in a lot of these sort of things. How was t

Deidara looked over at his partner with a questioning expression on his face. ‘Really?’ he asked, blinking. Was his another one of Sasori’s magical cures or something? He never really thought that there was a cure for rumbling stomachs. Apart from food. Was there really a chemical cure? Hmm…somehow he didn’t really trust his partner’s words. Even if the tummy rumbling didn’t stop after he’d been fed, he wouldn’t ask for the “cure.” He looked back to the puppeteer momentarily. ‘Un?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side a little before facing back to the front. He’d never

If the reason was obvious then why was Deidara left standing there, not really sure what the hell Sasori was going on about? He started to think. Maybe it was because he still didn’t feel comfortable about it all. The only reason that previous little kiss had taken place was because the blond had practically begged for it. If he hadn’t done that then Sasori would’ve wandered off to get that book he was after, wouldn’t he? Maybe he just wasn’t ready for kissing. Although then again, there had been times before when they’d kissed. Four even. Hm…he wouldn’t complain outwardly though. Unless it just got s

Sasori looked back at the blond in time to see the pout before the hand was pulled back as Deidara looked away. Ah. So he had been meant to take the hand... Oops. Well, that was one mistake of many to pass and many to come. Not a big one, though... Right? Eugh. Hopefully not... He didn't want to screw things up so soon, no matter how apathetic he might seem about it all. Actually, he didn't want to screw it up, at all - though he was sure something would happen, some time in the future, whether ir be near or far... Though he'd have to keep himself focussed more on the present, now, wouldn't he? Thinking too far ahead and getting apprehensive