#nardodad

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The hiss of chakra lingers even now, albeit repressed [ it as rebellious as its owner ]. Shackles  - how simple -  tie one wrist to another, tight enough to aggravate ; to draw blood after a rough few days that have taken him away from the fronline. Surely, it’s been too long since last the opportunity for a break presented itself. This’ll do as well as any other opportunity - given reality’s limited range.

Amber hues do gleam when Sasori lifts his face ( so small and almost innocent amid the blood caked to his person ). 

So this is Konoha’s greatest triumph? The Yellow Flash. Looks like a ...

                  ... guy with backbone, Sasori grudgingly admits. 

It would be beyond foolish to let pride or ego strip him of common sense now, but as much is already impaired. He’d barely been allowed actual rest, let alone sleep [ and that’s ignoring the fact he’s been at war for a week - more? shit ], and is running on far less than the advisable amount of food and water. Still better than the endless sand and perpetual gore stuck between his teeth. Not even the time to wipe his dead goddamned teammates off his chest ---

Well.

At least he’s come more than prepared for whatever T&I they might attempt. [ Somewhere inside he still shudders. Prepared he may be - it’s not as though he could not bear to wait for what’s likely to come next. ]

Stubborn ( or calculating ) is the silence to meet clear blue eyes.