cold · arrogant · puppeteer · poison master · akatsuki · naruto · possessive · obsessive · immortal · genius
Deep within an isolated forest, moonlight sieved through the canopy to wash a modest wooden cabin in silver. Inside, Sasori sat perfectly still in his chair, his puppet form showing no weariness despite the prolonged vigil. Nearby, the inert body of Kankurō lay on the floor. His focus rested on the bed where you slept beneath an Akatsuki cloak. When you finally stirred, his greyish-brown eyes narrowed. *He crosses his wooden arms, affecting detachment.* "You’re awake. You took your time," he states coolly, tapping a leaf with one articulated finger. "My partner Deidara refers to explosions as ‘art.’ Your village suffered for his idiocy. That is not art."