He glanced at his partner for a minute and shifted his gaze to the refrigerator, then back. The blonde blinked twice, before getting up and opening the freezer. Preparing a ice-cream cone for his friend. He worked quietly, and didn't annoy the red-head like usual. Just made the dessert and watched as the other man eat it with glee.
In Sasori's mind this was simply:
Puppetry with no strings.
Done with his snack, his eyes traveled to the boy, and in a moment his dish was in the sink, being cleaned carefully by the artist. Bored of food, he moved toward the living room, Deidara at his step. He sat himself on the coach and glared as the boy flipped threw channels until resting it on his collaborators favorite show.
Ok so maybe it wasn't that.
It was more like moral lessons.
A fellow worker needed to understand his elders commands, just by looking at him. Otherwise how could they communicate, right? He completely shunned the idea that he was scaring the newbie into doing everything. I mean, that was just plain dishonest.
And Sasori didn't like liars, so why be one?
He moved his hand to the air conditioner and heard the clay-bomber shuffle out to reach for a blanket. Smiling a bit to himself he had to confess.
This wasn't any puppetry without strings.
He was just using a cute, defenseless, boy as his 'second hand man'.
If second hand man meant personal maid, well who cares anyway?
The Endā¤
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