“Hmmm, I don’t ever remember your name being ‘your danna’, Sasori” he grinned at the puppet, blue hues glanced back at the application. “What’s this,” the blond continued to stare at the paper, bringing it closer to his face. “I might have been born to meet you?” he repeated, smiling “ –aw that’s sweet of you, Thankyou. Hm”