@accuto (x)
                                 iwagakure.
lavender hues all but DART towards the blondes headbandââ- and, sure enough.. heâd gotten himself into such a panic that he hadnât even thought to CHECK the other for such means of identification. && it was right there. he was SAFE. deidaraâs threats fall on deaf ears, the hozuki too busy studying him over to care. && he COULD take him to interrogators if he pleased; suigetsu hadnât REALLY done anything wrong yet.
it took a moment, but heavy breathing faded && he couldnât hear the blood POUNDING in his ears anymore as he VISIBLY relaxed. this boy DIDNâT work for orochimaru. he wasnât going to try to capture him and take him BACK there. maybe he could even HELP.
âyouâre from.. iwa.â it wasnât a question; more so a statement. as if he were still struggling to wrap his head around the concept. he was, a little. but still, lips stretch into a wide grin that put rows of sharp teeth on display && he CHUCKLES. he wasnât sure why he was laughing. maybe at his own STUPIDITY, or purely out of relief.
                                Dark features twist in utter confusion and growing irritation as he watches the otherâs puzzled expression, questions the boyâs gaze wandering up and down his own stature. He must be insane, mad, fled from a mental asylum. But the thing isââ he doesnât seem crazy. The teen looks⊠like him. Younger maybe, and obviously the donât look alike butâââ he looks normal, if not tired out, exhausted .
                                As the ivory-haired boy laughs, Deidara leaves his guard, fingers loosen, arms sink. Only the expression of uneasiness and discomfort remain permanently slapped to the elderâs face. And he isnât scared anymore, most certainly not terrified by the slim figureâs lgiht-hreated laughter echoing through the areaâââ just surprised. âWho the hell are you?â
