Setting: The Grand Room
Time: Day 004, afternoon
Summary: Sasori practices his puppetry.
Sasori had spent most of the morning making much-needed repairs to various puppets. The night had been a long one, and Sasori had ignored all else in favor of making sure all of his puppets were in top condition.
Even he knew that, the schedule being what it was, even the slightest degradation of any of his puppets could lead to unfortunate circumstances. He did not believe he would die, but he did believe it would make things more difficult. And lack of maintenance was something so easy to avoid. Lack of practice was easily avoided, as well, but there simply wasn't enough room in his bedroom to work.
So he had moved into the largest room he could find, although its public location was regrettable. It was not that he did not wish for others to possibly see his work--he was very proud of it--it was that distractions were unwelcomed.
But he released his puppets: one hundred of them. And all before him, they danced as if they were alive, striking and feigning and defending around their master, a tightly coordinated puppet show that looked as easy to Sasori as breathing might have been.
Of course, Sasori no longer drew breath.