"So."

"So…?"

The two locked themselves in a one-sided staring contest. One-sided because Deidara couldn't see Tobi's face.

"Are you going to finish your sentence?" Tobi asked, tilting his head to the side.

"No. I'm just going to let you finish it for me, un."

"Ah. Well…If I were you, I'd be asking myself 'What the hell is your problem?!' but I don't know you, so I can't be you," Tobi said, twirling his hand in thought.

Deidara frowned a little. Tobi was spot-on. Since when had Tobi gotten so good at reading me? he thought, his stomach churning, and his mouth going dry.

"Deidara-sempai, you haven't touched your food," Tobi pointed out. They had been eating on the go, and Deidara hadn't even tried to eat his yakatori. He handed it to Tobi, who ate it in a hurry—and under his mask, somehow.

"That's starting to annoy me, un."

The masked nin looked to his partner. "What is?"

"Your mask. What's so important that you're hiding your face?" Deidara furrowed his brow in frustration, and waited for an answer.

"You don't need to know," Tobi quipped.

"Yes I do. I find this unfair. I mean, Even Sasori-Danna showed his face once in a while, un," was Deidara's comeback, but by how Tobi's posture was, it seemed as if his words went in one ear and out the other. "You know what…forget it."

"Forget what?"

Deidara sighed. "Everything. I'm exhausted, let's just go find a place to sleep, un."

Tobi, under his mask, cracked a smile. "Alright with me, Deidara-Sempai."