He wasn't much concerned with the fact that Zetsu calling him a dumbass probably broke some sort of protocol, seeing as how he'd never read the student hand guide and really didn't care to. Tapping the cup against his lips, tip of his tongue showing enough to touch the rim that still tasted of coffee, he considered what sort of argument he could make against his need for being here. It didn't take long to settle, as his mind was only ever truly focused on one thing.
"It ain't like I got too far to go, yeah," Deidara said with a rising grin that threatened to split his face. It almost challenged Zetsu to try and deny it.
He didn't expect the man before him to understand what he was talking about - art. It was always art for Deidara. He'd come to understand long ago that he was surrounded by morons that knew nothing of the world as he saw and experienced it, and though he'd not given up trying to explain, he figured he didn't have enough time in his life to throw his opinion at everyone he came across.
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