THE FEUD part 3Jab, cab, ice, dice
Sasori mouthed the words to himself as he painstakingly wrote on the paper in front of him, feeling Deidara watch his progress over his shoulder.THE FEUD part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Youre doing good, un, he stated aloud, watching his pupils progress.
Thanks, brat, Sasori said, dropping the pencil and rubbing his sore hand, a tired smile on his face. He set aside the school supplies and pulled a small piece of wood out of his pocket, chipping away at it with his pocket knife.
Watcha doing, un?
It doesnt look like art, un.
It aint art yet. But gimme time, and itll make an awesome puppet.
But thats not art either! Deidara exclaimed. Art is a blast, un!
No it aint! Its eternal, idjut.
Art aint eternal, its short like my bombs, un!
Sasori suddenly stopped arguing and broke out into laughter.