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( how long has it been ? )

                   fire crackles within a gaping hearth && sends one’s silhouette dancing upon the farthest wall,  the ceiling.   its warm light imbues eyes with a life they scarcely hold - even now,  when they are glass no longer. hm. sensation thrills through the senses.   muted by some experience,  it no longer does so to a maddening extent ; doesn’t incite the need to take a hit of electricity or shots of something nearly lethal - not any more.   assuetude is a wonderful thing.   less so the span of time it requires to take hold. though he shan’t admit this is the reason why,  sasori has taken to laying on his back on any solid surface - as still as can be ( simple stone has proven itself an unexpected sanctuary ).   it makes everything even louder,  but also sparks less impulses.   lets him focus wholly on wrestling with the unfamiliarity of his body.

               now then.   how long has it been ?

something curls his lips into a downward slant ( lop-sided, mulish ).   something hisses && winds itself through curved bone - purely for the sake of being noisy,  one suspects.                    disgusting feelings.          like boredom.   gods,  boredom is - excruciating. not that it isn’t beautiful to be granted all the time in the world to spend on nothing other than what pleases him.   no more akatsuki,  also known as the petulant wiles of a man yet to outgrow the methods of a child.   no more bathrobes - albeit they were thick && comfortable ( or so was read from the mannerisms of others. he could do with some of that in this cold, stone fortress ).   no more missions he does not control,  no more time stolen by aforementioned children,  no more heated discussions with . with. thin brows angle down over amber hues’ displeasure.     well.   those were nice,  supposes.   nice heated discussions.   ‘tis unusual to find someone capable of keeping up with the passion of those who have found their art.   their way.   &&... [  goldenblonde,  vibrant blue,  && not the lack of conviction required to ever give in.   this allowed for lengthy conversation,  prying into the core of matters.  ] well.   could have been worse.

            like this.   this endless,  offensive boredom.

                        “  ...ugh...  ”

plentiful though sasori’s misgivings are,  it still takes another week ere he acts on them.   not one spent in useless hesitation ( not even a little. ),  but with plotting, of course.   akatsuki deals in partnerships of two && it has been no secret that ‘tobi’ ( whoever that is ) had been all but climbing the walls to be let in.          which means deidara cannot be expected to move alone.   && when he doesn’t,  he travels with one able to see chakra ( irritant ).

                      the simple solution is to let a summon do this part;                       relay a message whenever the wretch at deidara’s                       side ambles off for a minute.   very well.

rather than go for the extremely obvious,  sasori has settled on a minor summon.   fast,  agile,  quite small.   perhaps recognizable enough still as it is native to the sagebrush deserts that line Wind’s northwestern border - yet its colouring is a rusty red that cannot be found naturally. whether deidara will recall this animal remains an unknown.   hopefully it won’t really matter.

                  ( smallest of scrolls is enclosed in the gecko’s body.                     to be offered up [  more like puked out  ] to the                              right person. )

                         your new partner been able to drive                          some sense into your head yet ?

            the rest is encrypted with a code that ought be familiar to the boy.

        “  ...  ”

sasori doesn’t realize this until the gecko’s hairless tail disappears from sight [  tiny wisps of smoke curl about its departure into another dimension  ].   how this negligible effort has abated boredom for all of three minutes.           bah.   he’s got better things to be doing.

[  staunch is one’s refusal to acknowledge the revitalization of his fingers ; they twirl          a gouge to be used on the project he’s neglected for nearly a month until now.  ]