Tobi, who has grown tired of waiting each morning for Deidara to take his sweet time waking up, has decided to pluck Deidara up by the waist and hoist his body up under one arm against his hip.
"Wakey wakey!" he sing-songs, stuffing Deidara's bed roll into his pack with his other hand. It's like Deidara is luggage in his grasp. "We've got a bijū to catch, Deidara~ and I'm not going to wait around today."
To add insult to injury, once he's slung the pack over his opposite shoulder, he pats Deidara's ass a few times.
Deidara was a heavy sleeper. Once he was out, there was (almost) no waking him. Even with how Tobi lifted him right up out of his bed, he didn't so much as stir. He hung there under his arm, limp as a wet noodle. Snoozing away.
What got him to slowly open his eyes were the solid butt pats. It took him a few seconds to piece together what was going on. He was just kind of hanging there and being moved around, pressed against someone's body-- was someone holding him? What?
Once it all clicked and he realized who was holding him, Deidara began shoving and thrashing.
"Put me down! What the hell do you think you're doing?! TOBI!!!"