Note from Author: Hello, my dear readers! I am back, with a short but funny (to me) drabble for this story. Honestly, this chapter made me giggle after I reread it to myself. Gotta love dad.
Rating: M (and why, you shall see)
Clashing Personalities
Twenty-Eight
Sweet Mother of Mercy, if there's a god, I beg of you to beg Him to have pity on me.
Sakura buries her face in her hands, mortified at the conversation her dad's having with the boys, and one girl, as they prepare to leave. Deidara, standing at her side, shifts. Tobi pats her shoulder.
"And never forget to wear a condom. Sakura's a good example what happens when you don't." a low whimper escapes the pink-haired girl as Konan excuses herself, quickly making her way outside as Hidan snaps, "You don't need a fucking condom for safe sex! You make sure – "
"God, you bastard, we don't want to hear this!" Kisame explodes, purple-faced as he clamps his hands over Sakura's ears. She isn't sure if he's embarrassed or angry. Maybe both, but he's blue so it's hard to tell.
"I second that." Sasori comments, eyes closed. A crease against the otherwise smooth skin of his forehead tells everyone what they want to know. He's uncomfortable.
And an uncomfortable Sasori isn't a pleasant Sasori.