Deidara was walking back to the hideout he had no memory of the night before which wasn’t the best thing.
He also had no idea where Sasori was he seemed to disappear. Seeing someone lean against a tree up ahead he sighed and walked towards them “what time is it Un?”
Tsukiko closed the sketchbook she was flipping through a few seconds ago, and glanced up at him after he spoke. She quickly took out her watch she carried on her, glanced at it, and looked up at him again. “It’s a quarter til one.” She replied and watched him closely he approached her.