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That would certainly be a huge surprise . Unimaginable, even .

The scorpion was really something in his life, then— wasn't it ?
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He put the piece back in its place, even the shapes were different now, more careful and with a certain depth .

"That's how it was ?" sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at the blond . "It doesn't seem like it— you handled it pretty well all this time, don't you think ?"
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"Sure, nothing," he'll keep an eye on the other.
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"Have you done this in your free time?"

A small, bitter laugh escaped his lips while lifting a clay figure, "It really hasn't been you lately, has it?"
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He could sense the darkness and irritation that haunted Deidara; after all, he had been the cunning —or stupid— kid who constantly pushed his luck and now . . .

"I don't need it," he said without thinking much about it, as if he still hadn't gotten used to his new body or even remembered it .
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"It doesn't look like nothing," curiosity piqued, head tilted; he just stands there without moving.
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𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 "𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟"... 𝐼𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘?

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𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑
𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟
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He narrowed his eyes at the way the cloak naturally molded itself to Deidara's body after this one put it on relatively quickly.

"What’s going on, brat?"
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It seems that he had fun in his absence.
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"I don't know how it happened," he looking at his forearm where there was supposed to be a junction; he frowned, "I don't like this."

All of this was unnatural, and whatever had brought him back to life couldn't be good.
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"What you saw was real. It happened," he said immediately, entering the blond's room.

Again, without losing the habit he'd acquired after so many years as a puppet, he scanned the room, taking in even the smallest details.
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𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

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How sincere.
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"What else could I have done?" he muttered more to himself than to the blond.

Once the other released him, Sasori spoke again. "You're fucked up, brat."
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His eyes scanned the golden strands that fell disastrously over his shoulders, and at that, the corners of his mouth gently lifted into a smile that quickly faded.

His left hand rose, colliding with the blond's back for a couple of seconds in a strange act of comfort.
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Of course, he wasn't used to such displays of affection. However, although he didn't respond immediately, he didn't pull away either .

"Don't tell me what to do," he murmured in a flat tone, trying to process the sensations invading his body .
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His body felt the foreign warmth as well as the tremulous movement of his muscles around him .

For long seconds, the scorpion didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even blink. It was the first time in so many years —more than he could count—, that he had experienced such closeness .
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