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Sasori almost rolled his eyes — he should’ve expected this kind of behavior from Deidara; he was letting his guard down too much. He’d get his arms blown off if he wasn’t careful, especially since he was only flesh and blood.

“Because I’m not finished with it yet. Didn’t they ever teach you ‘keep your hands to yourself’ in school?” (Clearly not, but he found himself irked all the same.)

“Did anyone ever teach you not to be so rude to people? Jeeze, un.” He snapped, jerking his hand away from the sculpture and casually crossing his arms over his chest. There was a long pause, his gaze locked on the occupied red head, finally he spoke. "What’s this puppet for anyways?“ the blond questioned curious, the urge to poke the halfy-done puppet was still strong.