Ladder in my Tights

     ”You’re probably.” he agreed. “But school’s so lame,  dattebayo.” He really didn’t care if he pass or failed the  classes he was taking.

||♨||— "I know that feelin', un." Deidara laughed. "What major you goin' for?" He stood up, watching the fellow blond move on the couch.

    A day off from work. He shouldbe studying, but.. really, what was the point anyway? Not like college  mattered that much, right?

||♨||— "You shouldn't be sleepin' in the dorm lobby, un. People might think you're drunk." Deidara warned gently, looming over him.

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||♨||— "I was letting it dry, un. And I happen to be an artist. I should be asking about you, runt. You playin' dress up?" He snarled. "Besides... what I do with my art is none of your business, un."

"…What kind of tactic is that?” Some lame sculpted bird packed with explosives? Not that he didn’t appreciate the blonde basically saving his life, but… “Is that thing yours?”

||♨||— "Yeah, un. What's it to you? Besides... it's art. Art is MEANT to be a fleeting moment. I plan to set it off later this afternoon, un." Kids... he hated kids.