The blonde sauntered down the hall, obviously not paying attention to where she was heading. She was tired, for god's sake. Blue eyes have lidded and lowered, fixated on the ground in front of her as she rounded the corner and tripped on some stray carpet. Before she could catch herself, her face met with a bare chest and her hands balanced her against the male in front of her. "S-Sorry, yeah." Her eyes didn't look up to see the man she fell into.
Bloodied and covered in filth, there was nothing more he wanted than a nice shower after his most recent mission. Hidan was lucky they were nearby one of the bases. Corridors weren’t well-lit in this particular safe house, but it was fine. He knew where he was going. Well enough, at least. Looking ahead, he sluggishly moved forward, not expecting anyone else to be around other than Kakuzu. It was rare that other Akatsuki members came into contact with him. So it came as a surprise to feel the weight of a body collide into his. As soon as it had, the immortal got into defense-mode, grabbing at his scythe as he staggered backwards.
“Oi! Watch where you’re goin’!” he snapped, throwing a glare at the figure. Eyes adjusted to the dark a little better as he focused his gaze on the person, noticing the blonde hair. It was just Deidara. “The fuck are you doing here?”
