He lets it appear as if Sasuke has caught him by surprise, ‘faltering’ to catch Sasuke for a moment. Chuckling to himself, he rights Sasuke on his back, angling his head to get the best possible look.
“How was the Academy.”
He lets it appear as if Sasuke has caught him by surprise, ‘faltering’ to catch Sasuke for a moment. Chuckling to himself, he rights Sasuke on his back, angling his head to get the best possible look.
“How was the Academy.”

…He doesn’t want to answer these anymore.

“His dedication to his goals. He’s smart, capable, and will figure things out on his own.”

“Deidara.”

Hmmmm….
“Mosquitoes are quite an annoyance.” He doesn’t hang around places enough that are infested with roaches. Roaches don’t bite, anyways.

“No.”

“I don’t have quite a preference.”

He tries to think about the inquiry seriously for a moment… But nothing comes. He doesn’t pay attention to those sorts of things. They seem unimportant. Too…civilian.

“I prefer the rain.” That, to him, suffice as an answer.

What counts as a minor talent….? He’s not sure, actually.