Hidan dragged his feet across the cheap linoleum flooring of Kakuzu's (and by neccisity his) living room and let himself go limp into the armchair. The chair had probably been born before Kakuzu and therefore had been run back and forth through the gauntlet until Kakuzu got tired of doing it. A spring was poking up against Hidan's leg, but he couldn't be bothered to shift.
It wasn't like he'd done anything that day that merritted exhaustion. Maybe it was the heavy humidity, and the heat that had just now dropped down from the hundreds. Yeah, that was probably it. The air was hazy with moisture. He could hear Kakuzu on the computer in the other room, muttering about "one-hundred percent humidity, what the hell" and "all this damn rain."
Hidan found the remote wedged between the back cushion and the left arm of the chair, and turned on the TV. The first thing he heard was the narrator of a documentary or something saying, "--the violent practices of the Jashinite cult--"
To which Hidan promptly changed the channel. It wasn't like he didn't know that people were so ignorant when it came to his religion--well, maybe they were violent, but so were the Crusades and the Spainish Inquistion and all that shit--but it still pissed him off to no end that know-nothing infidels were putting propoganda-filled programs on TV.
"Jashinite women ate my husb--"
Click.
"Jashin's true identity is that of Sata--"
CLICK.
"Jashinite suicide orgies: fact or ficti--"
CLICK.
Kakuzu heard a loud smash, the shattering of glass, and an electric fizzle from his living room. He didn't have to guess that Hidan was behind it, and only wondered how much it would cost him to fix his mess. Reluctantly, he sat up, left the retina-destroying sanctuary that was his old computer and went to see what Hidan
had ruined this time.
Hidan was sitting in the armchair in front of the TV, fists clenched, with a very sour expression on his face. Kakuzu looked at his TV, which had been his somewhat
trustworthy source of somewhat trustworthy news since color TVs were considered the "hip new thing."
Apparently, Hidan had chucked the remote at it, which shattered the glass and went straight through the back. Tubes sputtered and sparked, and the plastic casing was cracked and in pieces, sitting about the TV's stand.
Kakuzu stared at the remains of his TV for a good minute, trying to keep his temper under wraps to prevent more damage. "Hidan," he said finally. "I've ceased to be amazed by this bullshit."
"Fuck you," Hidan snapped curtly.
"Just turn the TV off next time."
"Hmph!"