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Deidara had been fuddling around in a tree, attempting to design some new fantastic art. It always had to be precise and flawless. Even the slightest slip of the hand could cause some catastrophic error in his work. His thoughts wandered to Tobi, briefly pondering over what exactly his partner was so angry about. Yeah, Tobi was a special-sort-of-child, but this was ridiculous.
It was at that moment when his thoughts were quickly interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. His gaze shot upward, eyes focusing now on the... half of a man in front of him. "Oh shit! It's you, un," he blurted out, falling off the tree.
Immediately, he hopped up on his feet once more, tossing a ball of clay up and down in his hand. "Alright, this'll be a bang, un!"
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