infinite-puppets:

blondbomshell:

The blond could feel a lingering presence behind him. Assuming it would go away, he continued doing things in his normal fashion; yet it didn’t. Irked by this he turned he his head cautiously, eyebrows curved nervously.

                                               “Do you… need something? Hmm?”

_{“You don’t want to?” The annoyance in his voice was rather apparent as he began to step towards the blond. What more would it take to get this man to make him a single sandwich? Silence. Silence and the stink eye. Those were his answers. His gaze becoming more menacing by the second, chakra threads retrieved the pieces of bread that managed to stay in the bag before placing it on the counter next to the other. Next came the bologna as it jerked away from beneath Deidara’s grasp and placed itself next to the bag. “It’s not a question about want. It’s a question about how you’re going to do it: By force or by your own free will.”} 

Pouting, with limp arms the blond grasped lunch meat in his hand, his face still buried into the counter. Groaning, the bomber picked himself sluggishly and opened up a another loaf of bread. His movements where all those of what a stubborn child would do if made to do something unwanted. Finishing the strongly desired sandwich he flung it in the puppets hands, sniffling a bit.

                                "Here’s your fuckin’ sandwich, asshole. hm.”