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Caramel Apple
"Tobi is a good boy…good boy, good boy!"
The annoyingly cheerful, dare he call it, singing of Tobi's carried towards Deidara's once peaceful workplace. Well…peaceful is defined when Deidara is content. And he is ever only satisfied when there's an explosion of some sort.
"Shut up, un" The artist had long ago mastered the useful art of not slapping his face, at least not physically, from the sheer frustration the new member emitted.
The noise temporarily ceased but even with the absurd orange mask, one would imagine Tobi's bottom lip was quivering as it pouted. Temporarily, since he refused to worship Jashin which more often then not, would result with Hidan's frivolous cursing.
"But Tobi got youthese," the masked ninja thrust a handful of sticky…something in Deidara's face, "Because Tobi is a good boy and sharing is caring." He probably beamed, not that much could be seen with the mask and not that the artist really cared.
"And what…are these, hmm?" Deidara's reply was deadpanned, looking exactly how he felt: disinterested and increasingly frustrated.
"Caramel APPLES!"
"…"
Tobi made full use of the silence to parade around his sempai, proudly holding up the sugary delight.
"Ca-ra-mel…un?" Perhaps…perhaps Deidara heard wrong…
"Caramel apples! It tastes very, very yummy. Tobi really liked it but remembered to bring some back to share. Isn't Tobi a good boy?"
Tobi continued rambling, he always did, but the blonde artist's focus had stopped at the word 'tastes'. Finally pulling himself together, he flung a half-made clay bird at the dancing target. It had developed enough of its wings to steer and ka-boom
"Don't you know what caramel is made up of, un? No, don't answer that, it's sugar! SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR! Hmm." He threw another clay bird towards the area of smoke for good measure and stomped off to summon clay transportation. The idiotic excuse of a ninja could catch up on foot. Tobi was too enthusiastic as it was and Deidara wasn't going to hang around a sugar-hyped-up version. He shuddered at the thought.
As the giant clay creation and its master disappeared off into the distance, no one was there to notice when a dark figure lazily stepped out from all the smoke and casually drop the sticky-globs.
No one noticed because that was the intention.
'An apple a day keeps the doctor away.' :P
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