#sasodeiweek26

Deidara: ‘Sori! Aren’t you done with that boring crap yet??

Sasori, sitting at his desk with his head bent over books: What you call “boring crap” is actually the catalyst for my future as a rich and successful doctor.

Deidara: *groans* Why the hell am I dating such a boring old man again? It’s Friday night! Let’s go hit up a party!

Sasori: Pass.

Deidara: *hops up on the edge of Sasori’s desk* Well then can you at least take me to go get something to eat? I’m starving, hm!

Sasori: How are you starving? When I passed by the cafeteria earlier I saw you and that ridiculous roommate of yours gorging on what must have been six or seven food trays between you.

Deidara: Aw, that was just because Hidan dared me that I couldn’t eat more nachos than him. Proved him wrong, though. And anyways that was like, years ago, hm!

Sasori: That was less than four hours, brat. Look, after this I’ve got two more chapters to read, and a whole mess of essay questions. Go and amuse yourself elsewhere, alright?

Deidara: I don’t want to, Sasori. You never spend any time with me! Your stupid books get to see your face more than I do!

Sasori: *sighs and closes his book* Good god, man. You’re the most annoying, dramatic, attention-seeking person I’ve ever met.

Deidara: Oh yeah?! Well you —

Sasori: *grabs Deidara’s knees and pulls him closer* You’re also the kindest and most beautiful, so I guess all things considered I’m a lucky man. How about I order us a pizza and we watch a movie? I’ve got some new ones I know you’ll find really exciting.

Deidara: *leans over and puts both hands on Sasori’s face, kissing him* Now that’s more like it, hm!

*a little later*

On the tv, in a man’s voice: “ … and then the scalpel is carefully inserted into the chest cavity, where a four-inch incision is made along the —“

Sasori: Isn’t this great, Dei? And the good news is that this is just part one of a ten-part series, so you and I can have dates like this for the next few weeks!

Deidara: Hey, Danna? Can you help me? *holds up two dress shirts* I can’t decide which color looks better on —

Deidara: Ehhh … what are you doing??

Sasori: *stops, embarrassed; he had been trying to dance around the room with one of his puppets*

Sasori, quietly: Just thought I’d practice a few steps. You know, for Konan and Nagato’s wedding next week. I’m afraid I’m not very good at it, though.

Deidara: *sighs and steps into the room; he takes the puppet from Sasori and lays it on his bed, then he takes both of Sasori’s hands in his own*

Deidara: I could teach you, hm.

*the two step quietly around the room together, with Deidara softly talking and showing Sasori how to move his feet*

Sasori: Where did a destructive brat like you pick up such elegant moves?

Deidara: Around, you know. Here and there. Helps to know how to do stuff besides blow things up, or so I’m told.

Sasori: I see.

Deidara: And besides … *swiftly dips Sasori backward then pulls him slowly back up* You’ve got to get good at this; aside from Konan, I expect you to dance with me all night, hm. And we’re going to be the sexiest couple on the dance floor.

Sasori: *chuckles* Oh? Is that so? *dips Deidara himself, surprising them both with how smooth it is* I can think of something else I’d rather do with you all night. Tonight, in fact.

Deidara: Yeah? *pulls Sasori closer into his chest, staring into his eyes* Like what?

Sasori: *breaks their grip and goes to the two shirts Deidara brought in* Show you how to properly do your laundry and fold or hang up clothes, dear. These are dress shirts; why in the world are they so wrinkled?? They look like they were rolled into balls and shoved in the bottom of your dresser. And the musty smell *sniffs them in disdain* Good lord you’re a mess. Well come on; the sooner we get started on this, the better. *walks out*