Hidan stared with a pout as Kakuzu counted his money. The white-haired man hugged a cushion to his torso, his legs crossed over each other on the bed, much like how a small child would sit. "Agh, Kakuzu!" he snapped. "What the fuck do you need so much money for anyway?!"
"Because," answered Kakuzu, counting another roll of money. "Besides, it buys things."
"Yeah, but," mumbled Hidan, trying to think of something to say. "Money doesn't buy you happiness."
"Have you ever seen a happy poor man?" Kakuzu questioned, an eyebrow raised to Hidan.
"Fuck." Hidan hugged the pillow closer. "No, but it can't buy you love."
"It could buy someone my love." Kakuzu went back to counting money.
Hidan was surprised to find something in his thoughts once Kakuzu had said that.
I suppose I'll get some money, then.