@birbbutt || x
Deidara had lingered around the Village hidden in the sand for a while now. This was where they did the most damage in some opinions. Taking out the Kazekage once upon a time wasn’t something to joke around with. Of course, no one seemed to stay dead anymore, Deidara included.
“…You still haven’t told me what I can do to make up for what I did.” Deidara huffed, folding their arms over their chest. “You don’t have to forgive me or anything but there has to be something I can do… a punishment or some sort of task? Don’t leave me hanging like this—”
His sandals crunched over the flat-baked crust of a road. The air, brittle, choking in its dryness, pricked at their necks and cheeks and the thin skin of their eyelids. The clearing was empty. Whether due to the early hour or the presence of the Kazekage and his until-recently formidable arch nemesis was unclear.
“Is that it?” Compared to Deidara’s hype Gaara was a stone carved directly from the walls of desert rock. “You want to be punished?”
