She had felt like this was a bad idea from the moment she had taken the woman in, but now it certainly seemed much worse. The journey between her home in Amegakure and the Akatsuki base where she’d last seen her scarlet haired superior wasn’t terribly far but it was a distance long enough to leave her time to think.
The more she thought, the worse this idea seemed. Even if Arisu had been telling the truth, as Ame had believed back in the village, the fact was that she had to go tell Sasori as much. Sasori, who had always shared her quiet pain of loss, who had lived without his parents so long as to numb the pain. And she was the one who had to bring it all back up again.
It was not a prospect she was looking forward to, to say the least.
However sooner than she would have liked Ame found herself outside the puppet master’s door, and it was with some hesitation that she raised a hand to knock. Thrice she rapped her knuckles against the door, in part hoping that perhaps he wouldn’t be there at all.
The sound of someone knocking echoed down the hall, causing the puppet master to raise his head. His hands lowered his tools to the carpet and he stood. Judging by the sound of it, it was Ame knocking at his bedroom door. However he had moved his work to the small living room just down the hall for the day.
It had been a quiet afternoon at the base as most of the Akatsuki members were out on missions. Even Deidara had wandered off some hours ago, leaving the space open and silent. So the redhead had decided that a slight change of scenery might help him break through his minor artist’s block.
His feet were silent as he made his way to the doorway and peered down the hall. “Ame.” He called towards the petite figure that stood silently at the threshold of his bedroom. “I’m down here. What is it that you need?”
He knew the girl far better than he had a few months ago, but he still couldn’t place a name to the aura that seemed to surround her at the moment. She seemed to be weighed by something, seeming contemplative and almost anxious. “Did something happen?”
One of Sasori’s only habits that transferred over from the days of being human is his need to constantly move his hands. If he doesn’t have something to work on, he will be found sketching, cleaning, or even practicing with his puppets.
Anything to keep his hands moving.
This habit magnifies if he’s stressed or uncomfortable. He uses his work to distract and distance himself. Just as long as his hands are moving, he can divert his attention.
Send one of the following
"You're hopeless, get up."
"I already told you, I can’t put pressure on my broken ankle joint. It’ll cause it to splinter further. Besides, you’re in no position to be giving me the orders. Now go get me my toolkit. I’ll have to patch it as well as I can here."
- "You deserved every minute of that."
- "I was an idiot to think you’d changed."
- "You never listen, do you?"
- "You’re hopeless. Get up."
- "No, I meant it. I meant every word."
- "You’re a bad person."
- "Get out of my life."
- "Let go of me!"
- "And to think I loved you."
- "I never want to see you again."
- "I wish you were dead."
stupid jackass artist ninjas
tonight i have made my seventh-grade self so incredibly proud