Gaara sat rigid in his chair, elevated from the groud by metal and plastic attached to a square table with a red pastic cover ontop of the metal. Before him on a plastic tray lay fries, a large soda, and a chicken quesideilla (sp?!) He himself didn't want the food, watching the grease and cheese drip onto the wax wrapping underneath it. Eyeing it disgustedly, he felt arms wrap around his neck, and a sudden weight pressed on his shoulders.
"Gaara-samaaaaa, are you going to eat that, un?!" Whined the blonde Akatsuki member, now hanging off of him like some parasite. He glanced over, now squirming beneath his touch at Deidara, his mouth watering at the site of the quesidilla. Gaara felt his stomach growl loudly in protest. He wanted food so badly, but refused to touch such greasey food. Glancing uncomfortabley at the drooling Deidara, he sighed and nudged the mexican food over to him. Deidara squealed with happiness and proceeded to eat (gobble down, in Gaara's view) the food. He glanced at Sasori, sitting across from him who was nonchalantly sipping his soda threw the white straw. Gaara promptly took his fries and ate them one by one.