Um... Okay, I'd just like to say that nobody wrote me a SasoSasu, so I had to do it myself. Would totes appreciate if you wrote me one after this. This is one of my rare (btwfail) multi-chapter fics.

Concrit lo~ved and please enjoy. :)

Full title: How We Learned to Strive to Find Things Wrong with Ourselves

Sasori's day starts when his wake-up call comes.

Namely, at 11 am when Deidara deigns to drag his own sorry ass out of the dream world, blink at the blinding brightness of the world, pull the covers back over his head, and then call Sasori to mumble things about the plans for the day already half-gone. At that point, Sasori leaves a sticky note on the fridge for his irritable roommate, Sasuke, and gets his daily exercise by walking/jogging to the blonde's house to rouse his friend and hold him to his words of "plans."

Normally the two of them hang around each other until about five, when most people are returning from work and the two of them are setting off to work. Deidara drives him to the bookstore/café where he puts his obsessive compulsive disorder to good use organizing the shelves and earning the money to pay the rent, and Deidara heads to his own job at some department store no one cares about the name of.

Sasori gets off at 11 pm when the bookstore closes and the people using the café's public internet connection finally slink out the doors. Deidara picks him up at a quarter after the hour; Sasori uses the time to smoke cigarettes he bums off of a coworker. Deidara then drives him home/back to Deidara's house to socialize some more, where Sasori then walks home from once Deidara falls asleep.

He unlocks the front door with his key to hear Sasuke mutter questionable comments about his use of the sticky notes for mundane things. Sasuke has "to buy another pack because" Sasori "keeps wasting them." Sasori agrees half-heartedly and then drifts off to his bed after offering to tell Naruto that Sasuke isn't home the next time the blonde calls. Sasuke declines, always does (he doesn't actually dislike Naruto's company as much as he pretends he does), but Sasori is still going to offer it the next day and the day after that because that's just the kind of person he is.

He's a Sasori kind of person; the kind that needs to hear Sasuke screw with the air conditioning and his footsteps in the hallway fade into comfortable silence for Sasori to even be able to fall asleep.