100 Ways To Fall In Love

Sasori (Of the Red Sand)

MOMENTS: When You Craft With Me

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The 3 times you see someone else and the 1 time you see him.

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1.

"Sasori," you smile at the Puppeteer as he enters the room. You seem to have been resting your head on the side of the table but were quick to perk up at his sudden appearance.

It takes the Puppeteer a moment to realise you've said his name - it sounds... different when you say it.

Your smile is bright and innocent; and it warms his heart. So, Sasori ignores you, snapping his gaze in the other direction as he makes his way through the room.

Sasori's relationship with you had always been a rather strange one. At least from his perspective. There's just always been this strange push and pull. He does something rude and you ignore the brash behaviour choosing to instead annoy him.

Something like what's happening right now.

You practically jump out of your seat as you make your way towards him.

Sasori takes note how you always walk with your hands behind your back. At first he thought it might be because you were holding a weapon but he eventually came to conclude that it was just a strange quirk of your character. It's annoying and subtle - yet draws in the Puppeteer's attention immediately. It makes you seem older. Not exactly in appearance but essence. Something reminiscent of his grandmother.

His eyes narrow in on you as you turn your head to the side. He thinks it's cute. That you're cute as you eagerly wait for him to finally acknowledge your presence.

And, Sasori thinks, perhaps this time he'll humor you. Afterall, it's not as though he has anything to lose by entertaining you at this moment. It's what his grandmother would do.

"What do you want?" Sasori asks, his voice the deep brooding one of his puppet insead of the boyish one he thinks you'd like to hear.

You smile, "we should head into the nearby village."

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because there's a festival. You enjoy those kinds of things, don't you?" You ask as though you already know the answer and it makes him feel disgusted yet intrigued at the same time.

"No," he smiles slightly, "I don't."

And you frown in response.

Sasori, both now and when he was young, has never been a big fan of festivals and he finds a sick sort of pleasure in seeing your bright smile fade. It's not as though that smile has ever been for him in the first place anyways. Yet, somewhere beneath that sick pleasure, Sasori feels a tinge of regret. Not the kind that becomes tears and apologies but the simple kind that manifests itself as fresh flowers on the windowsill (because he knows you like that) or a new trinket in the hallway (because it brings just the smallest amounts of life into the base).

Of course, the Puppeteer would never admit to such things but he thinks that you know it's him. At least he hopes that you don't mention it to the others.

Ah yes, the others.

Sasori has never been a big fan of the way the others speak. So unrestricted and crass. So different. There is, for one thing, the different slang that comes with growing up in other places. It often causes confusion in communication. But the hardest part is in the placement of words. Most times, Sasori often finds himself feeling just slightly... out of step with the others when they speak. But, strangely, not with you.