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"Do you two know each other?"
Yakiho's eyebrows almost reached the ceiling as he observed the piercing glares rocketing between you and the redhead.
You were at a loss for words. Your brain, on the brink of fissuring thanks to the alcohol taking its reign, glitched at the sight of the last person you expected to appear in the living room of the Akatsuki frat.
Whereas he didn't look at drunk as you, almost sober, even.
"Sasori." You finally spat.
"Annoying." He shot back.
You couldn't recall the last time you heard him speak, and it made your breath hitch. His voice was jarring. You sure as hell didn't expect it to mature to as deep as it was now. Stupid for you to think puberty was done with a teenage boy mid-way through high school.
"That's the best you can come up with? Your vocabulary is almost as lacking as your artistic abilities."
Sasori's scowl deepened.
"Can we just get to the fucking game?!"
Your heads snapped to silvernette who slammed his palm onto the table, abruptly interrupting the heated exchange. Hidan's eyes narrowed, fist scrunching the red cup in his grasp as he waited impatiently.
