Mm. [ Ever so casually, he brings up his other hand, exposing the other mouth. Lips parted, tongue hanging out as if eager to taste the Uchiha. Maybe it was, Deidara keeps it to himself. ]
They bite. Therefore, I can’t shake your hand, or anyone’s. [ When he looks back at Shisui, there is a wicked smirk on his face. ]
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They bite. Therefore, I can’t shake your hand, or anyone’s. [ When he looks back at Shisui, there is a wicked smirk on his face. ]
There’s a third mouth.