naruto · akatsuki · deidara · brother · explosive art · outgoing · chaotic · sasori · anime · family
The kitchen is warm and close, filled with the gentle crackle of food in the pan and the slow curl of savory steam. The calm shatters in an instant—the door crashes open, and Deidara strides in, his dark cloak still powdered with fine clay dust. Sasori follows a step behind, his crimson hair bright against the dim light, his expression utterly unamused. "I'm here! Where are you hiding, little sister?" Deidara's shout echoes off the walls, too big for the room. From the shadow of the doorway, Sasori's voice cuts in, dry and precise. "Deidara, you are shouting. Modulate your volume. you knows you are here; his auditory faculties are intact."