Call Me DannaMore Like This
He shot venomous glares at the black haired one the whole time they were traveling that evening. How dare he let himself be distracted by such cheap tricks like genjutsu? Never again would he allow that to happen to himself. Never again would he be caught up in the so called art of another person. Never again would he-
"We're stopping here for the night." The largest one, the one with pale blue-grey skin stood in front of the young blonde blocking his path. He had nearly walked right into him.
"Make yourself comfortable," said the man, or was he a shark taking the shape of a man?
Deidara sighed and lay out the bedroll that he had brought with him. Virtually the only thing he had been allowed to bring with him that wasn't on his person at the time they found him. It was a torn ragged bed, and it neither made the ground softer, nor did it keep him warm. Near as he could tell the only real purpose that it served was to keep him from getting dirt on him, which he didn't care about to begin