"No, that won't do! … Ugh! The hell is that supposed to be?! … " The hunched figure of Deidara sat at his desk, working at his latest creation. The table was covered with clay, along with his arms, coat sleeves and much of his face. He'd even managed to get the earthy material into his hair.
Across the room, an extremely irritated puppet master sat at his own desk, attempting to read. Glancing up from his huge tome, he surveyed the bomber's side of the room.
"Brat. Shut up." He snapped at his partner. Sasori simply didn't have the patience to be dealing with the blonde's outbursts today. Not that Sasori ever had any patience, but that's beside the point.
"Sorry Danna." Silence followed the apology but didn't last long. It seemed to Sasori that, even when concentrating, Deidara had to talk. Couldn't he stay quite for just one minute?
"Deidara if you can't keep quiet, go and be irritating elsewhere." The puppeteer turned to glare at Deidara but the effect was lessened by the smear of oil on his cheek and the screw held between his lips.
"But Danna, if I take my clay somewhere else and make a mess you'll scold me for that too!" The blonde boy huffed, blowing a stray lock of hair from his face. "I can't win!"
Sasori sat contemplating this for a moment before turning back to his work.
"Take a break and see if it helps. Working on your art for too long can sometimes hinder the progress rather then helping." He stated finally.
A look of gradually dawning realisation crossed Deidara's face before a grin split it sharply.
"Of course! Then I'll get my inspiration back!" He ran to the door chuckling about annoying a certain silver haired zealot for a while and interrupting his rituals. However, just before he reached the doorway, Deidara turned around to face the wooden back of Sasori.
"Thanks Danna." He said with a smile stretched across his face, despite the fact the red haired one couldn't see it and then raced out of the door, eager to cause trouble in the base.
Sasori merely let the side of his mouth twitch slightly before replying, "You're welcome, Brat", despite knowing the other would not hear.
A tiny, little thing I wrote the other day whilst bored. Read it how you wish but I see it as a friendship/family relationship. Platonic!Relationships for the win!