A shopping list? ... What? He wasn't g--- ... Oh, right, shopping day... How he loathed shopping day. Noisy, annoying - there was a reason he liked to spend most of his free time in the room working on his puppets or just doing nothing! Plus he hadn't been planning on going, anyway. He didn't need anything, currently. He'd gotten everything he needed when he and the blond went to the village last time... "I see." However, he was more-or-less responsible for Deidara's current condition. So... It would only be the nice thing to do. Tch. "... Hurry up with it, then." Though for all he knew the group that was going wasn't going to be going for another hour or so. He could be wrong about that, but whatever.

He was so going to regret... Going. Sasori stepped away from his bed and wandered back over to his closet, as there was no way he was going without Hiruko, this time. He opened it, leading his favourite little wearable puppet out before closing it once again. Hm... He hadn't checked over the joints when they got back last time, had he? Well, it wasn't like the group would be getting into any fights, right? And if by chance they did, someone else could do something about it. He'd just... Watch. And lend... Not-so moral support. Or just summon a puppet and use that. Now, where the hell had Hiruko's cloak gone? ... Oh, right... The washing room. He hadn't picked it back up. Scratch that, he didn't even remember turning the machine off - but surely someone did...

Oh, well. He'd just steal someone else's or something when he got downstairs.

It wasn’t really that hard to guess what the list had been about anyway. Scribbled at the top of the page had been the words “Shopping List.” Although…it looked more like a bunch of squiggles than anything else. Hm…so did Deidara’s other writing. Urgh, what would happen if Sasori came back with cake instead of cereal? Okay it wouldn’t be catastrophic or anything, just a little bit annoying. Hm…turning the page over he began to, neatly write, in block capitals the list again.
He glanced over at the puppeteer as he lead Hiruko out of the cupboard. Hm…he didn’t really want him to go. At all. He was also quite worried about something happening to him while everyone was out. He’d be the only one in the building. What would happen if he had a fit or something? No one would be there to help or anything.
Urrghhh.
Quickly, the blond put his notebook to the side, got up and scurried over to the red head, grabbing his head. ‘On second thought…don’t go, un,’ he mumbled. ‘What if something bad happened and you weren’t there to help me? And then you came back later and I was just a shrivelled up ball on the floor or something, un?’ His eyes widened at the thought of that. ‘And and and…urrghhh.’ He was shaking now, terrified of the prospect of being left alone, showing through his eyes around the size of tennis balls and a tight grip on the puppet’s hand, almost as if he was trying to pull it off or something. ‘Please don’t go…’

The puppeteer paused in all thoughts of cloaks and getting ready to go when the blond had abandoned his earlier activity and scurried over, grabbing his hand - thank the gods he couldn't feel physical sensations right now, hm? - and going on about certain disasterous 'what ifs' and telling him not to go, now. Poor Deidara looked so damn scared - topped off with shaking... Sasori, for one, didn't exactly know how to handle this sort of situation, standing and staring, eyes slightly wider than usual and rather surprised.

Okay, okay, think. How could he calm the brat down? ... Well, that would be easy enough. He rose his free hand up, placing it gently on the side of the blond's face while trying to give the sculptor as sure a look as he could. "I can assure you there's nothing floating around in you right now that would do something like that." ... Though, despite knowing the majority of what his chemical soup of a partner contained, nothing, really, could be totally assured. And it would be best to leave someone with him. Seeing as how he didn't exactly trust anyone else in the organization, however - Zetsu would probably eat him, Hidan would probably sacrifice him, and there was no way Tobi would be a choice, just to name a few examples... "But if you don't want me to go, I won't."

... It suited him just fine, anyway, given that he didn't exactly want to go, in the first place. This would just be a good excuse not to.

Deidara was now busying himself by staring at a certain spot on the floor thoughts running through his head about what would happen after the little shrivelled ball had been discovered. His clothes would probably be lying aside…meaning Sasori would probably think that he’d run off naked or something. Then, the little shrivelled up ball that he was would end up being picked up in a clump of toilet paper and thrown in the bin, unknown to the puppet that he’d just thrown Deidara away.
Okay, maybe that wouldn’t happen, but his mind was racing and he was in a panic.
The shaking ceased a little as the free wooden hand was placed on his cheek, his eyes weren’t as wide either, almost as if, because of that contact it had brought him back down to reality again. However, he was still shaking and still looked pretty damn scared. Okay…so the fact that there was nothing in his bloodstream that was going to cause a crazy reaction like that was…reassuring. ‘O-okay…un,’ he stammered, swallowing hard.
When the red head told him he wouldn’t go if he didn’t want him to, the sculptor gripped his hand tighter. ‘D-don’t go. P-please don’t go, u-un,’ he pleaded, letting go of his hand for a second to latch onto him, wrapping his arms around his neck. ‘I’ll b-be good. Just don’t go.’

Right, after this, he was really going to have to go find a library and borrow a few books on human psycology or... At least books on how to deal with panicky people. He was a poison specialist and a puppet master, he was just going on instincts he didn't quite have anymore, here! Though, to an extent, it seemed to be working. To an []extent[/i]. Deidara, though not as much as before, was still shaking, and he was still obviously frightened.

Sasori gave a slight, confirming nod at the stammered 'okay', frowning just slightly when his partner tightened his grip on his hand. Gah, any tighter and it'd probably crack of something - thankfully, after the pleading words that followed, the blond let go. Only to latch back on. More 'completely', so to speak. The puppet was still for a moment, mind racing, before encircling his arms around the sculptor. "All right... I won't go. Just calm down," he mumbled, moving a hand up to rest gently on the back of the blond's head. Well, this seemed like slightly familiar.

Just slightly. Although the circumstances were completely different, so the red-head abandoned those thoughts. He had more important issues to think about and focus on right now.

The familiarity of the embrace had occurred to Deidara. Not really a good thing. Last time they’d done this it had all ended in tears. Well…only one of them had cried, but that didn’t really matter. It was just the fact that if he carried on holding onto Sasori he was bound to do something stupid and evidently, bad.
But he didn’t want to let go yet. That had been decided when he felt the red head’s hand rest on the back of his head. It felt nice. Almost as nice as the feel of him playing with his hair. Hm…should he ask him to do it? No…bad move.
At least he wasn’t going or anything. Hm…he’d try hugging him again later once he actually had calmed down a little bit. Although, hearing those words helped a lot. He wasn’t going. The blond nodded slowly and moved back a little so he was looking at the puppet. ‘Okay, un,’ he mumbled. ‘I think I’ll feel better after breakfast.’ Not as if there was anything for him to eat anyway. There was no cereal and apparently he wasn’t going to be getting any cereal until he decided to waltz down to the supermarket by himself to buy some.

The puppet simply watched the blond as he moved back a little in order to look at him. Heh, good... He smiled, though just barely. The worst of the little panic-attack, or whatever it had been, seemed to be over. Maybe he wouldn't be needing those books, afterall. "You'd better." He tilted his head to the side slightly, giving Deidara a mildly playful look. "I don't want to have to sedate you." Not like he had the right chemicals for that, anyway. A few sleeping poisons, but most of those were deadly.

Plus, now that he thought of it, they'd be left in the house alone. He didn't want to be stuck with someone too scared to handle or something, since... Okay, 'he didn't know how to handle it' wasn't really true. Apparently in the blond's case, contact and words seemed to work well enough. But... Well... Okay, he actually had no clue where that was going.

Speaking of breakfast... Who was cooking that day, anyway? Not that it mattered to Sasori, due to the obvious. But to what he could recall, it was either Zetsu, or Itachi and Kisame... The former, at least, wasn't exactly the best cook ever. Cannibal, and all...

Cannibal... Oh. Fucking hell. The leeches... He had totally forgotten about them. They could've been useful earlier! Leeches were able to suck blood, afterall, and thus, essentially, they could suck poison from said blood, as well - but... Tch, too late now. He'd have to remember that for if there was a next time. He'd also have to remember to feed the poor little things.

"If you're going for breakfast, you should probably get downstairs," the red-head pointed out. The plantman usually had breakfast done early, though he had no clue about the other two, if they were the ones on kitchen duty.

Urgh, being scared sucked. Almost as much as crying. Deidara was both too often. He was in Akatsuki for Christ’s sake; he wasn’t meant to be scared and cry all the time. Although…there were quite a few good reasons to be scared right there and then. And he had been a little bit emotionally unstable for the last couple of days for…obvious reasons. Heh, maybe he really should have been born a girl after all.
He gave Sasori an unamused look. Now that he wasn’t acting completely and utterly hysterical the chances of him being able to sedate him was quite slim. ‘That would be if I even let you, un,’ he sniggered. It wasn’t as he was unable to run away or anything…well…yeah. He was still dizzy and running away would probably result in falling over or hitting the wall.
Anyway, breakfast. The blond was already thinking about who was cooking that day with little enthusiasm. It put him off slightly. He’d be better off just making himself some toast once everyone had gone off to the supermarket. That, or he could just eat the bread straight from the packet. Really, all he wanted to do was go back to bed and snooze out the remainder of his dizziness and that annoying burning feeling.
So, he’d have to go downstairs. Hm…easier said than done. Sure, the dizziness had eased a little. He wasn’t seeing nine of everything now. It had been whittled down to just three or four his he moved his head quickly. Going downstairs might be disastrous with the sculptor in his current state. And as his mind started wandering off to what might happen if he did venture downstairs he began panicking again. ‘But but…what if I fall down the stairs?’ he whimpered, staring at the red head, tightening his grip around him slightly. ‘I’ll crack my head on the floor and DIE.’ Once again, his head was buried into his shoulder, wailing quietly.

If he let him? If he let him? Ha. All he'd need to do, really, would be to keep the blond still using a few pretty little chakra strings - they had more uses other than just controlling puppets, afterall. Of course, he thought it best if he didn't say anything about that. One, because he didn't know how Deidara would react to such a thought, and two... Because the less known said thought was, the less chance there would be of the little brat avoiding it somehow. A surprise 'attack', so to speak, if he had to sedate his partner for whatever reason.

The only reply Sasori gave to that was a roll of his eyes. Pfft. If he wanted to do something to the blond, he would, whether the sculptor would let him or not... He mentally kicked himself for that thought, and some of the more... Um... Awkward thoughts that put in his head. Bad mentals images, bad!

Hey, wait--- oh, damnit all. The red-head stared back at his partner rather disbelievingly at the possibly rhetorical inquiry ending with a whimper. He didn't quite notice the tightened grip, since he couldn't quite feel it, anyway - and the blond's answer to his own question made the puppeteer inwardly cringe. He sighed when the sculptor once again buried his head in his shoulder. Really. And some people said male 'times of the month' didn't exist. "Hush, brat. I can go down and pick something up for you if you're that worried." Thoughtfully, he started playing gently with his partner's hair before he spoke again. "Or we can wait until everyone's gone and I can help you down the stairs." ... Or some variant of 'help'.

Of course, Sasori’s little mental plan of using chakra strings hadn’t popped into Deidara’s head. It wasn’t really working up to standards right then. Although…even if it was working up to normal standards there would be a high chance that he still wouldn’t guess. Running away at the last minute just seemed like the perfect way to escape…although with chakra strings being used that would prove to be rather difficult.
So, he just carried on clinging to the wooden being in his little panicky state. Urrgghhh, this was all his fault! Why was he hugging him? Wait…was it his fault? The blond began to recall the events that had happened, leading up to being poisoned. Oh, yeah…he had been repeatedly called brat even after he had stated a billion times he didn’t want to be called that anymore, so in retaliation he managed to pull his partner’s head off. Then the attempted poisoning must have been some form of vengeance or something. Yes…the red head’s fault. Although…that soothing feel of his hair being played with was making him want to pull away less and less. If it had been intended to calm him down, it was working like a charm.
He listened to the suggestions. Hm…making the puppeteer go downstairs to get something for him to eat would leave him alone. Not good. But he didn’t voice his opinion. Sasori was speaking again. Okay, so waiting till everyone was gone and going downstairs together sounded like a much better option. A safer and more appealing one too. He pulled his head back to face the puppet again, nodding a little. ‘Okay, un,’ he mumbled, pulling his arms away and dropping them to his side.

Ah, good. He wasn't panicky anymore... The puppeteer simply watched as Deidara pulled his head back and nodded. Right, so, how long would it take for the rest of the organization to do whatever and go...? Sasori blinked slowly when the blond let go, following suite and ceasing his playing with his partner's hair before pulling his own arms away, as well. With a difference; he crossed his over his mid-section.

Right, so. Back to the time. Hidan, if he had recovered from his dirt-diving, would be doing some odd ritual about then. Zetsu, if he wasn't cooking, would be watering his plants. Kakuzu would be doing... Banker activities and calculating the money he'd need for whatever. Oh, and let's not forget about the whole credit thing... The red-head hid an evil little smile at that. Tobi was doomed if Kakuzu went to any of the shops he'd been to on his and the sculptor's earlier trip... And Tobi would be in for a surprise if he went to the toy shop... Tsk. Almost made him regret agreeing to stay with the blond. Almost. But not quite. Anyway. Itachi and Kisame, if neither were cooking... He had no clue about. He could care less about what Tobi did in the mornings. Leader... That blue-haired person... No one knew, when it came to those two...

"I don't think they'll be gone for an hour or two, so..." Eh. What could they do for that span of time? ... 'They', hmm? Since when did he think in those terms for these sorts of things? "You should probably rest." Surely no nightmares would make an appearance within one or two hours...? And it was the only thing he could think of; the blond rest while he did things with his puppets. As a plus, there'd be less talking, too...

A couple of hours? Well, that was just dandy. Deidara was still hungry from the day before. What had he eaten? An apple and some soup…hm…good wholesome food. But his stomach was empty and threatening to rumble. Urgh, that would be embarrassing if it rumbled when he was standing right in front of Sasori. He had to nod though. He might as well just wait until later to eat and then have as much as he wanted without anyone there to scorn.
Resting did seem like a good idea. It was better than sleeping. One of the side effects of the antidote was nightmares, so falling asleep would be quite a mistake. Then again…the burning sensation would probably keep him awake anyway. And he was fully rested and wide awake after using the puppeteer as a pillow the night before. Sleep didn’t exactly seem much like an option. ‘Un,’ he said, before turning to go back over to his bed. Oh, look! There was Scorpling! The blond grinned, scurrying over to the bed, picking up the plush and going back over to his partner. ‘Thank you for bringing him back up for me, Danna!’ he beamed, raising the toy to his cheek, making the beak press against the wood as if it were a little kiss.
He then moved back over to his bed, lifting up the covers and snuggling underneath. Hm…now that he thought about it, his bed was a lot more comfortable than the red head was. Less angular. Even though it was nice to have used him as a pillow for the first time…ever. And the fact that the sculptor hadn’t been sent back upstairs just made him grin to himself. Maybe he was finally getting to him.
He lifted his head slightly. ‘Danna?’ he called. ‘You’re not leaving the room, right, un?’

Once the blond was on his way over to his bed, Sasori turned his attention over to his workstation. Right, so... He'd decided to put the fairy puppet on hold, so what was there to do? Eh, he could always do another maintenance check on Hiruko. He did one what... Two days ago, about? Or... Was it yesterday? Che, whatever... He blinked when he noticed Deidara had come back over, glancing back over to him when he spoke. And pretty much wondering 'what the hell?' when the plushtoy was raised to his cheek in a plushy-mock-kiss... Thing... Before the sculptor went back over to his bed.

Well, no doubt about it, his partner really did act like a child sometimes. Not that he was complaining - he found it sort of cute. In a way. What the hell was he thinking...? The red-head rolled his eyes, turning and heading over to his own little 'toy', crouching beside it. Right. First, the tail. Or, considering it's location, the tongue. He started carefully pulling it out from it's compartment on the back of the puppet before pausing in his ever-so delicate task and looking over at his partner as he spoke again. "... Hm? No, I'm not. Don't worry." And if by chance he did need to leave the room for something, he'd give his partner ample notice. Or a sedative.

He returned his attention to the bladed tail/tongue of his favourite puppet, resigning himself to checking each of the joints carefully and thoroughly.

Now to try and get some rest. Easier said than done. The burning feeling was almost like a severe case of pins and needles where the needles had been set on fire and been shoved under each and every inch of skin on Deidara’s body. It was only going to last a few more hours though. Then after that he’d be just dandy and free to run around without worrying about anything. That would be if the dizziness had gone away by then too. Hopefully so. It was already dying down pretty quickly anyway. Right now, as he looked up at the ceiling it was almost as if he was drunk, his vision slurring slightly as he moved his eyes from one end of the room to the other.
Hm…the thought of being drunk made him mentally add another thing to his shopping list. Beer. Although…like the cereal, he’d have to keep that hidden under his bed so that no one else would use it for themselves.
It didn’t actually look like he was going to be forwarding his shopping list to anyone else either. Bleh, he’d go into the village the next day or something and drag the puppeteer along. That way he could get his shopping done without a bunch of other people whining.
Good set up.
The sculptor peeped his head over the blankets to look over at his partner. Oh, he’d got Hiruko out. Okay, then. That was a good sign. It meant he wouldn’t be leaving the room any time soon. Then he worded it. ‘Good, un,’ he grinned, pulling the blanket over his head and turning to the side.

This joint was fine. That joint was fine. That one would need oiling soon... That one needed oiling. Question was, did he have any oil at the moment, and if he did, where was it? He didn't recall seeing any oil cans in his closet... For a while. Nor at his workstation. He inwardly scowled. Well, that was nice, wasn't it? Lest he wanted to chance damaging that particular joint, he'd have to go out and get some. 'Course, now, he couldn't leave, unless he put Deidara to sleep for a while, and with his luck, said blond would probably wake up before he got back. So, he wouldn't be able to lie about his absence or anything.

He peered up briefly at the response to his words, before returning to his previous task, smiling. Just a little. Plus it seemed the sculptor trusted him not to leave. He might not be the most moral of... Puppet, at any rate, but... When he said he won't do something, he won't do it. Unless decieving someone is part of some mission and he has to promise not to do something and do it anyway... Or... Something...

Okay. So it was a partner-only thing. Or... Partner- and Leader- only thing. But... Whatever. He'd pick up a can of oil next time he was out. Or he'd, again, find and steal - or borrow - one from someone else. Though he didn't know who the hell else would have any need for such a thing. Bah. The red-head shook his head slightly, taking particular note of the joint in question before moving on with the task.

Okay, that wasn’t comfortable. Deidara turned slightly so he was facing the ceiling again, his arms and legs outstretched. No…that wasn’t any good either. He turned over completely so he was flopped onto his stomach, chin resting on the pillow, one hand clinging onto Scorpling the bird plushie. Hm…better. He’d probably have to move again in a minute or too. And then again after that. And again. And again.
Actually…what was the point in this resting business if he was just going to toss and turn the whole while. How stupid!
He pushed himself up on one elbow and looked over at Sasori curiously. Still messing around with Hiruko? The blond tilted his head to the side slightly, before turning over completely and sitting up. ‘Danna, I’m bored, un,’ he muttered before folding his arms and frowning. Hopefully that would succeed in making the puppeteer come and talk to him or talk to him or something. Better come up with a reason. ‘I can’t get comfy, un.’
Which was…true. Now that he was thinking about it, if he had the chance, he actually would have gone along to the supermarket with everyone else. At least it was something to do. Without the use of his hands he was unable to make any clay models, so that was out of the question. He could eat, but that was short-lived. He could read a book, but that would, again, involve using his hands. Actually…there was little one could do without the use of their hands.

Right. He could find three joints so far that needed to be oiled. Three. How the hell did he not notice that before? How?! Was he getting rusty at looking over Hiruko, or just noticing things like that in general? Eugh. He twitched at the noises, however soft they were, produced by the blond continuously switching his position. Couldn't he just pick one already? Geez. Another advantage to being a puppet - you were never physically uncomfortable. Ever.

Sasori peered up and over at Deidara when said blond sat up and spoke. Bored, hmm? Damnit. Resting wasn't supposed to be--- oh. Couldn't get comfortable. Yep. See the above. The puppeteer sighed irritably, giving up on his favourite puppet for the time being. "And what do you want me to do about it?" It wasn't like he had some sort of weird jutsu or poison that made things magically comfortable or something. And if it was that burning sensation that didn't allow his partner to rest, well, he had addressed that before, hadn't he? Hm.

The puppet gently placed Hiruko's tail/tongue back into it's compartment before standing, heading over to his own bed. He paused for a moment to glance down at the jar of squirming, probably starving leeches - he never was going to get around to feeding those things, was he? - before sitting down, cross-legged, facing the blond. "Hm?" He didn't even know why he was asking... But, whatever.

Oh, uhm…good question. There wasn’t much Sasori could do. Knocking Deidara out would probably stop him from complaining about being uncomfortable. But would that be a good idea whilst he was in this condition? Probably not.
He moved to lie back down again. Urgh, no. It seemed every time he lay on a certain part of his body, the point that was receiving the most pressure would decide to burn like crazy until he moved his body again and the cycle repeated itself all over again.
Hold on…the puppeteer was getting up. He watched as he made his way over to his bed, glancing down at the jar as the red head did. What the hell? Did the contents just…move? Oh…right…leeches…ew.
He sat back up again, looking over at his partner. This was the perfect opportunity to bring up what he had said last night. The red head had promised not to leave the room…but he changed his mind a lot. It had been shown in the last few days…but still…
‘Could we…talk, un?’ he asked, turning around so he was facing the other. His eyes weren’t meeting his though. They moved to the side. Wait, why wasn’t he looking at him? Urrgh, that annoying feeling in the pit of his stomach was back. Not good news. Whenever that feeling came along, a bad thing soon followed.

The usual bored, apathetic look made it's way to the puppeteer's face as he watched his partner sit back up. Hmm... He briefly wondered if the others had left to go shopping yet, though he quickly reminded himself that... What, not even an hour had gone by since his little estimate yet? And he swore he could hear Kakuzu yelling something about idiots, windows, and something about rats and brains...

... Anyway. Sasori frowned slightly at the question Deidara asked. Could they talk? He vaguely remembered their last few talking sessions winding up... Not-so good. And, though the brat was facing him, as well, it didn't seem like he was able to meet his gaze or anything. Yeah, this little talk would probably wind up like the others... The red-head shifted slightly, pondering. He could always say no, right? Seriously, it would be that much easier...

He found himself not saying no, despite this. "About what?" Maybe it wouldn't even be about anything similar to their last little sessions? Though by the subtle body language he could observe from the blond... That was pretty much just wishful thinking, on his part.

The lack of response on Sasori’s part was kind of a silent “no” when it came to the blond. Stupid suggestion. He should’ve got up and gone to eat. Regardless of the fact that he might fall down the stairs. Anything to escape the rising tension. That was a pretty bad sign too. When both the tension and the awful stomach feeling appeared bad things happened. Urgh…maybe he’d just have to be careful this time and plan an escape route…and get some tissues too.
About what indeed. He moved his eyes so they were locked onto Sasori. He couldn’t just say “that” like last time. That would be quite a bad move. Hm…an equally bad move would be to say “about what you said last night.” Come on…something decent that wasn’t going to lead into dangerous territory. Sure, it would have to find its way onto “that” eventually…Deidara did want to find out what was going on with the red head and his so called “feelings.”
‘Uhm…’ he looked up to the side slightly, shifting uncomfortably slightly. ‘About…stuff…un,’ he mumbled, looking back over to his partner. What the hell? Saying that was just going to add to the tension and make everything all the more awkward.