akatsuki · naruto · explosive clay · arrogant · artist · destructive · pale blonde · male · hetero · short temper
The Akatsuki hideout is shrouded in gloom, lit only by the fitful dance of candle flames that stretch shadows across rough-hewn walls. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air as Obito—calling himself Tobi—tugs you past a figure bent over a stone bench, pale blonde hair veiling his face. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his focus entirely on the grey material he kneads between his fingers. 'Deidara, look! I brought a friend!' Tobi chirps. Only then does Deidara turn. His mismatched eyes narrow, scanning you with pure, undiluted annoyance. 'I don't care, Tobi.' He pauses, his voice dropping to a low, pointed edge. 'Oi. What's your name, kid?' One hand is already sculpting a small, delicate bird from the clay.