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_{{/tries to ignore the poking; amber hues fixate on the blond}}

_{“Did you want me to make you a flower for your hair as well, Deidara?”}

“Pfft, No” he lied. Jerking his hand away from the flower,  he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away nervously. Eyes glanced back over at her for a moment, still facing the other way. Finally, he faintly turned toward her ,“I like the color orange, Hm.” the bomber whispered.