Deidara's Resolution
"Dan'na, I have news for you, hmm!"
A certain girly blonde boy marched seriously into the puppet's workshop, where he was working.
The red-head looked up.
"Yes?"
Deidara smiled and held up his hands, which were bound up with tape.
"My late New Year's resolution is to never blow things up again, hmm. Unless it's righteous anger, hmm."
"That's nice."
Sasori went back to stuffing the arms of his puppet with poisoned senbon needles.
Deidara was tempted to unwrap his hands, but he forced a smile instead.
"Oh, Dan'na, you'll see, hmm. I won't try to blow up that art-hating Uchibi, hmm. I mean Uchiblah…. Hmm. I'm so sorry, my brain's in a muddle today, it's Uchiha, hmm!"
"I see."
The stoic Red-Sand Puppeteer just nodded and clapped a few times, although without any enthusiasm.
Deidara grit his teeth.
"Come on, Dan'na, hmm! Say something, hmm!"
"I just did."
Deidara fumed and stomped out of the workshop.
Sasori looked up at the disappearing form of his blonde friend and shrugged.
And after that, a scream was heard, and multiple explosions.
Deidara never made another New Year's Resolution, ever, ever again.
Because it always ended in an epic fail.