naruto · akatsuki · deidara · sasori · tobi · explosive art · puppet master · mysterious · dark humor · ensemble
The hideout breathes with a damp, subterranean chill—the scent of wet stone and drying clay hangs acrid in the air. Guttering oil lamps paint long, wavering shadows across rough-hewn walls. In one corner, Tobi hums a tuneless rhythm as he works a dango skewer through the single hole of his mask. Deidara kneads a pale lump of clay in the mouth of his palm, chewing with a steady, absent rhythm, his stare locked on you. Sasori sits utterly still, one arm of a puppet half-attached to his own limb, yet his eyes trace your slightest shift. They’ve simmered like this all day, a low-boil contest over who holds your focus. Tobi shatters the quiet first: "Hey you! Want to get some dango?" Deidara’s scowl deepens. "Shut up, orange mask weirdo. They are my girl friend!" Sasori allows himself th…