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taking a breather

Black Zetsu reached up to catch the scroll, but was tugged away as White flinched from the mud.

“That’s good." Black Zetsu said curtly.

“You know," mused White Zetsu, "We’ve seen a lot of different ninjutsus throughout the years, but we’ve never seen a poop ninja. You’d think it would be a versatile weapon, and yet I’ve never seen anyone use it. Humans’ disgust of poop is so intriguing. It’s a product of their bodies, but they think it’s gross. I’ll just never understand… " He began to stare off into space, but quickly snapped his attention back to Deidara. "Hey Dei-dei! Since you’re done with your mission, you wanna hang out?!”

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Deidara's face deadpanned. "You're on your second strike, you know I hate that." Deidara made a face at Zetsu's white form before turning back to wringing the mud from his shirt. The white one's conversation tended to be inane, it made Deidara actually interested in hearing the other one's thoughts for once. "..Hang out? Akatuski don't just," he made air quotes at this, "'hang out', un." What would hanging out with that cretin even be like? All he ever did was only talk about bowel movements; Deidara found it foul.

#zetsu #SORRY THIS IS BEYOND LATE IVE BEEN ON VACATION AND IVE BEEN BUSY OTL FORGIVE ME

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"Konoha-nin, huh," Deidara sauntered over to Neji, briefly appraising him. The blonde’s smirk faltered a bit, squinting at the brunette. "Wait--you're one of those bastards who attacked me!” His brows pinched together at the memory. Those assholes, they ruined his arm…. “You’re that one with one of those eye," he made a vague gesture towards his own eyes, "…. /things/, yeah?"

"Akatsuki," Neji muttered, first recognizing the cloak, then realized just who it was and it hit him like a pound of bricks. "You— you committed suicide!" He couldn’t even focus on correcting the artist with, No, it is not ‘those eye-things,’ it’s the Byakugan, from his shock. His biggest concern was informing the higher-ups that Deidara was still alive.

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"Yeah, yeah," He waved him off, taking on a cool, collected expression. Deidara felt smug at being remembered, smirking at the look of shock on the brunette's face. "Suicide's a strong word, more like an artistic vision taking form, a finale--" He grimaced briefly. "An interrupted finale, but I digress." Deidara shrugged, folding his arms. "How's your little jinchuuriki buddy doing, un? I'm pretty sure I owe him a visit," He grinned at him, raising an eyebrow.

#ITS BEEN A WEEK I AM SO SORRY I WAS AWAY #neji

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((prompt: you open a door and walk in on this tied to a wooden chair. u prepare the rest of the scene and write a starter post for us :> tag it with coughybro pls))

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The door swung open and slammed hard against the wall, the blonde curtly stepping into the doorway. Deidara looked fairly irritated-- he didn't like traveling long distances for menial jobs-- but his expression quickly transitioned into one of extreme confusion and disgust. A disheveled man sat across from him, his arms and legs bound to the chair and dirty rag tied over his mouth. Not to mention he was... barely clothed.. Deidara wrinkled his nose and made a disgusted noise. This was it? He was sent all this way to find some dirty homeless guy with a bondage kink? This was fucking stupid, was this really why he was sent out here? He looked down and unfolded the crunched up paper in his hands, squinting hard at it. He looked back up at the bound man and then back at his paper. "...Is this some kind of joke, un?" He snorted.

#haya #wooo here we go

//I finally have time to rp, OTL... after forever...

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taking a breather

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Zetsu, having been ordered to check up on Deidara’s success, appeared out of nowhere next to Deidara just in time to hear him mutter “Disgusting.” Taking in the blonde’s grimy appearance, Black Zetsu inched away. Begin an embodiment of an Uchiha, he hated messes. However, White Zetsu stepped forward, expressing and unwavering curiosity in the substance that covered Deidara.

“Looks like you’re been… busy," Black Zetsu looked Deidara up and down with a grimace. "Did you find the target’s base of operatio—?”

“Is that poop?!" White Zetsu interrupted excitedly.

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"Busy, yeah," Deidara snorted, wiping his muddy hand on the grass beside him. Zetsu had always baffled Deidara. He wasn't sure what exactly he was, and he wasn't quite sure he cared. Either way, he knew the white one was his least favorite of the two--Deidara's eyes twitched at the his comment. "...Uh, no." Deidara stood, not wanting to present himself as weak despite being exhausted. Ugh, he had just gotten comfortable, too....

"The target, yeah? He's taken care of, too, I managed to collect the corpse in one piece this time," The smirk was evident in his words. He dug through his side pouch, extracting a small scroll and haphazardly tossing it to Zetsu. "The body is in there. I'm sure Kakuzu can handle the rest, un," He waved him off, flicking specks of dirt at the White Zetsu.

#// sorry its late ive been p busy #also im a lil tipsy rn not gonna lie

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/doesn’t care what deidara believes/

Wow, the failing artist is so clever.

You have mouths on your hands, what do you use them for other than “art”? /wiggles eyebrows suggestively/

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Shut up, old man, un.

Wh-.... Ugh, what exactly are you insinuating, you creep... What are you like, 65? Disgusting.

#// u r dead to me #kakashi

taking a breather

Deidara groaned, his aching muscles crying in protest as he carefully lowered himself onto the ground before a nearby tree. It took him a moment to settle down, but he was more than thankful to just be done with everything and to just be able to relax. He wiped the grime from his cheek, grimacing at the touch. "Ugh." Thank god no one had been around to see him in this state-- muddy, disheveled and absolutely disgusting. It was unbecoming of an artist-- not to mention humiliating.

Solo missions were a pain. Akatsuki needed funds, sure. Despite that, Kakuzu's pressing and constant need for money seemed obvious to Deidara that he was being a greedy bastard as usual and passing it off as "business". And Pein ate it all up, dealing out solo missions to rake in as much money as possible.

Ugh, the things they did for money-- like hiding out for NINE HOURS sitting in a mud pile waiting for your target to actually MOVE.

Mud had wedged its way into any crevice it could-- hell, Deidara could feel it in his ears. The dirt had even managed its way under his nails as well; if there was one thing that truly irked Deidara, it was poor hand hygiene--for obvious reasons. He made a face, looking down at his hands. "Disgusting." He attentively began picking at his nails, his head bowed.

#// open rp !!