The slam of the room's door woke Deidara from his afternoon nap, followed by his partner's angry footsteps that echoed in the small space. The shinobi grumbled and rolled on his stomach, propping himself up on his arms.
The puppet master was at the desk beside his own bed, head in his head and fingers digging into his red hair; this was not a good sign. Deidara smirked and plopped back on his pillow. The sound of upset fluff should have alerted the older man of his presence despite the fact the he gave it no notice.
"How'd it go, danna?" he purred, trying to suppress his mocking tone.
"Mind your own business, brat," Sasori spat, never moving from his place.
"Your missions are my business, un."
The puppet turned to stare at him, his empty expression and silence sufficing for a glare. Deidara stared sheepishly back. Sasori pulled away first and returned to brooding on his table, the ominous cloud that enveloped him growing more violent than before.
"Aww… you didn't happen to fail, hmm?"
"I haven't failed a mission since you were born. Now shut up and leave me alone."
Deisara sat up and gathered himself up in an squat before digging an elbow to his thigh and planting his cheek on his palm.
"So what's with the bitching, un."
"Last time I checked, bitching required that I speak."
"That's what I said."
The lack of reply to his retort didn't even merit a blink from Deidara, which was good. The millisecond it would have taken him to do so would have been enough time for him not to have noticed the poison-laced senbon pitched his way from one of the numerous freaky puppets hanging off the walls. Needless to say, he avoided the very scenario that would have made his moody roommate's day.
Daidara snickered and pulled the dangerous needle out of his wall. He was up on his feet and striding to his partner moments later. Sasori glowered as he stood over him. The former raised an eyebrow over his partner's lack of restraint that day. He raised the senbon to the puppet master's face and pointed it at his narrowed eyes, grinning.
"Quit. The. Bitching. Un."
"Then leave me alone."
A/N: Long before I was left so hopelessly behind the series, I was a big fan of the Akatsuki, Sasori remaining my favorite long after he kicked the bucket. I could vaguely remember having plans for this fic, but it's been two years since I started this and I no longer remember.