"Hey, Danna?"
"Hm?" Sasori looked down at the blond whose head was resting on his lap, hair fanned out over his legs.
"What is art?"
"I've told you, brat," the red head replied affectionately as he ran his fingers through Deidara's hair. "Art is the eternal beauty of a puppet."
"Yeah, you are the epitome of art, Danna, un," Deidara replied, smirking. "But I thought we made art together, un? That's what you told Pein."
"Hmm. Yes, I did," Sasori replied thoughtfully.
"So, um, isn't that a bit hypocritical?" Deidara asked. "Because that moment's brief, a bang, if you will. So, then, how is it eternal?"
Sasori frowned slightly. "I suppose you could say we're both right., brat."
"How's that?"
"Well, that precise moment isart, but its beauty is brief," Sasori started.
"So art is a bang!" Deidara interrupted.
Sasori smiled and ruffled Deidara's hair. "Yes, it is. But our love for each other is art as well, the beauty of it is eternal."
So art is brief beauty, but eternal as well," Deidara mused.
"I believe that covers it, yes," Sasori said.
"You forgot something, Danna," Deidara said quietly.
Sasori's head cocked to the side in curiosity. "What?"
Deidara sat up and looped his arms around the red head's neck. He breathed, "Art is...loving and being loved by you, Sasori no Danna."
"Is that what you think?" Sasori said.
"Mm-hm," Deidara replied, resting his head on Sasori's shoulder.
"Then, you're absolutely right, brat," Sasori replied, placing a kiss on the blond's hair.
"Hm," Deidara hummed contentedly. "Love you, Danna."
"Love you too, Dei."
Art is...love.