*Deidara, Itachi And Hidan Building A “fort” Out Of Tables, Chairs, Blankets And Pillows*

*Deidara, Itachi and Hidan building a “fort” out of tables, chairs, blankets and pillows*

Konan: What in the world are you three doing?

Deidara: We decided to make a club, hm. These are our headquarters.

Konan: A club? For what?

Hidan: It’s the Older Man Fucker club, pretty lady. All of us are doin’ it with the old guys.

Itachi: Kisame is not that old. Nor is Sasori-san.

Deidara: Hey, still older than us, hm. Not all of us can be with someone Kakuzu’s age!

Hidan: Hey, the bastard may be old as shit but he’s still got it where it counts, asshole. Oi, wait a sec, Konan! YOU should be in our club too!

Konan: Me?

Itachi: Mm. You’re dating Nagato, correct?

Konan: Yes, but —

Hidan: Well you’re only like 20, and —

Konan: I’m 32, actually.

All three: *thunderstruck silence*

Itachi: Really?

Hidan: Shit you’re gorgeous!

Deidara: What skin care products do you use, hm?

Hidan: Okay but still, you’re dating Nagato. That’s still a pretty big difference; that fucker’s gotta be 60 at least, and —

Konan: Actually Nagato and I are about the same age.

All three:

Hidan: … what the fuck?

Deidara: What skin care products does HE use, hm, so I know never to use them?

Itachi, gently: Do you need me to break whatever gengetsu he has you under?

Konan:

Nagato, in his room tweaking a Pain-body: *twitches*