hidan's gaze follows the puppet while he meanders around the room , hands busy rifling through this drawer and that and carefully inspecting each piece required for the project he's been diligently working on. a silver head tilts , palm perched under his jaw as hidan stares. he stares , and stares some more until the redhead is straightening , head turned , and eyes blazing with frustration. a silent but threatening /what/ and hidan can only grin. all teeth and eyes twinkling. " a twink , huh? "
ritual, this: for hidan to burst into his workshop with all the subtlety of a bull. as if he has permission. his infuriating grin is enough to produce a momentary glare from sasori, but little else. the time it would take to remove him from the room is not worth the effort; there are too many thing on his agenda as it stands. he’s become quite good at tuning hidan out, even. it would seem exposure has numbed him at least the slightest bit. a defense mechanism, no doubt.
the words that fall from his heathen mouth are quite impossible to miss or ignore. the SUGGESTION and the AUDACITY ! sasori does not turn to him but stills with displeasure. his voice is deceptively even and steady, though he twitches.
❛ would you care to repeat that ? ❜
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