Calling out for Sasori, he soon appeared, and Deidara practically threw the book at his face, screaming out that it might be what they were looking for, showing the pages he'd just looked over. As Sasori's own eyes passed over it, he smirked in gladness at what Deidara had found, taking the book and walking over to the shelves that were around the same place Deidara had found that particular book and began searching there. Ignoring the fact that Sasori hadn't thanked him, or even mentioned he was grateful, he rolled his eyes and waited, wondering whether he should ask now whether he could go to the art studio, considering he'd just found the book.

But Sasori instantly knew what he was thinking about, and turned round with a raised eyebrow to state,

"No. You're staying here and finding some more books about the rune. You seem to be vaguely good at it."

Sighing, his face soon falling into a pout as he went into a sulk, he joined Sasori and started glancing simply at the books, not caring in the slightest whether or not he found something until Sasori mentioned the more books he found, the quicker he might let him go. This was exactly the encouragement Deidara needed, and immediately his search become much more thorough. But although they had two of them now, and a much more specified area to look through, it still wasn't perfect. The books they found that were to do with the rune were all in riddles, and figuring them out would take more time. Time that they didn't want to waste.

But it was all they had, and with armfuls of books they sat at one of the tables and began to look. For quite a few hours, I might add, until it reached lunchtime, at which point Deidara complained that he was starving, and Sasori had to give in, considering it was twelve. So shrugging at that fact, he nodded to his complaints and let him go, adding,

"Just remember what I said about not destroying anything."

Dismissing that statement, Deidara threw a 'thank you, un' behind him and continued walking, leaving Sasori to go on with his research with a roll of his eyes. Coming out of the library, Deidara recalled the directions to the art studio perfectly, and set off, half walking and half running, and eventually came up to the door, sliding to a halt, opening the door and leaving it that way, not caring about that fact. Going straight over to the clay, he grabbed a ton of it and sat down somewhere comfortable, happy to stay in that position the entire time without eating anything. He could eat anytime. But he couldn't do this anytime.

So food could wait.

The fact his stomach began to rumble was completely forgotten, and he was so focused on the clay that he barely noticed the presence behind him at the doorway, only turning round when they fully came into the room. If it had been anyone else, he would have greeted them and turned back to the clay, but seeing the girl standing there, he dismissed the clay and concentrated solely on her as she stood there with a tray. At first she said nothing, looking shy and unsure as to what to do, looking down and blushing slightly at how intensely he was concentrating on her, but a moment later she apologised, adding,

"I just knew you'd choose to come here instead of getting something to eat, so I thought I'd bring it to you."

But then seeing his arms, hands and clothes covered in clay, even some smudged on his face, she gathered he was working hard on something with the clay, and looking round at the room, thinking about everything, she realised how stupid it all seemed now and apologised once again, blurting out,

"I didn't mean to barge in. I should just go."

Before twisting slightly to do so, until Deidara called out a protestation, half between getting up and remaining where he was, pausing for a second as she turned back round, before sighing and explaining with a smile,

"Look...it's okay, un. You don't have to leave. You're free to stay if you want to, un."

Looking slightly reluctant, something Deidara sensed wasn't particularly about her own insecurities. There was something else that was bothering her about staying. Something to do with someone else...but the emotion he had seen in her eyes disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, and he had to push the feeling away, knowing he would never get anywhere by asking her. Whatever—or whoever—was holding her back from doing what she wanted to do, from being who she wanted to be...was putting such an influence on her that there was nothing he could do to get her to tell. So instead he came back into reality and watched as she came closer and put the tray down. An action that automatically brought a smile to his face when she did so, seeing the bakudan placed on the tray in front of him.

Grinning at that fact, he exclaimed,

"Hey, my favourite! Thanks, un!"

Before instantly lunging in to stuff everything in his mouth, getting close to finishing in two minutes, only pausing when a giggle sounded out, and looking up without thinking, he asked a small,

"What, un?"

With a mouth full of food, without the slightest idea as to the clay and food over his face, and unable to smother a full-blown laugh from occurring, she burst out laughing at the sight of his face with all the stuff on it and the cute look in his eyes along with the cute expression on his face, she continued laughing at it all and managed to say simply,

"Not only do you have clay all over your face, but now you've got food, too."

Blushing a bright red at her words and at his own idiocy, he grinned sheepishly and wiped it off, finishing his meal a little more carefully than he had done at the beginning, falling into silence afterwards, not certain how to continue. All they could do was look back at each other, finding ideas in their heads that they considered to be a little sudden, but somehow merely right, Deidara's thoughts only adding onto ones he'd been having the moment he'd seen her, unknowing that the girl had been having similar thoughts for the same amount of time.

Finally snapping out of it, Deidara decided to break the silence first, and said gently,

"Come and sit down, un."

Once again slightly hesitant to do so, she glanced back to the door, wondering whether to go, until deciding within a second as she looked back into his eyes, and smiled for another time, ignoring what could be and focusing on what was happening at the moment. And as such, she walked over and sat on his right. For a moment they once again sat in silence as Deidara slowly turned back to his sculpture making with the clay, until finally she opted to speak up, questioning softly,

"How do you make the clay sculptures so good, Deidara-danna?"

Turning slightly, he paused, wondering whether or not to tell her, memories of situations in his old village coming back to him upon seeing what he could do, but seeing the sweet gentle look on her face he softened, and decided to. Smiling tenderly, he removed his hands from the sculpture he was making and lifted up his arms, palms up, revealing the mouths placed in them. And instead of moving away and looking on in disgust, she smiled right back at him, reaching out to gently touch one of them, the smile growing as a tongue suddenly popped out.

"You have three mouths! That's so cool..." She exclaimed quietly, glancing up at him.

And that was all they needed. A moment later she began to ask more questions, though repeatedly stating that if any of her questions were too intruding, he just had to say and she'd stop. Something that always made Deidara laugh and keep insisting that it was fine, and that he didn't mind her asking questions. He himself had an urge to ask her some questions, but pretty much knew that she wouldn't reveal the answers. Too much suspicious stuff was going on for her to reveal it all in a question from a stranger who'd only just turned up.

But it didn't feel like it. It felt like they were friends. That they knew each other really well, and the word 'stranger' didn't exist between them anymore. And soon enough, with all the information she'd found out about him and his abilities, she whispered softly,

"Show me."

Blinking in surprise at her statement, he blushed once again, and looked down at his fingers as he fiddled with them, suddenly feeling nervous that he'd do something wrong. But at the same time he didn't want to disappoint her, and so glancing at her to say with a grin,

"Don't put me under pressure, un!"

But with a grin in return from her, he began to make another sculpture, and with seconds had made a small bird like the ones he used for transport. Holding it up for her to see, she smiled sweetly at it and with a questioning glance, took it from him and played with it in her hands. While he looked on, smiling happily at how happy she was herself; a kind of happiness that he doubted she experienced very often. As she stopped, she looked back up at him and breathed,

"Wow."

But her amazement was nothing in comparison to his own, when she began to reveal something of what she herself could do.