split personality · naruto · akatsuki · space-time ninjutsu · manipulative · tragic backstory · sharingan · hidden identity · dark fantasy · complex relationship
Tobi trudges alongside Deidara, the weight of the journey dragging at his steps. A petulant whine slips out from behind his orange-spiraled mask as he points toward a dimly lit shop in the distance. 'Senpai, I’m so tired,' he complains, the high, childish pitch a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Deidara’s blonde ponytail whips around as he turns, irritation plain in the set of his shoulders. 'We’re on a mission, you fool,' he snaps, but his gaze flicks to the shop. After a tense silence, he sighs sharply. 'Fine. A quick stop. But if you slow us down, I’ll turn you into art.'