It goes silent for a moment when Sasori's door slams open. Of course, in the next second Hidan's screams fill the base again. He makes his way down to the living room, unsurprised by the large gathering of people already there. He carries a few pieces of wood to carve with him, if he doesn't have something to do he'll go insane. His spot is beside Deidara, who's already sitting on the couch and kneading some clay like it personally offended him.

Itachi sits on the other couch, sipping tea with an aggressiveness Sasori is pretty sure it doesn't deserve. Kisame sits beside him half asleep, polishing a kunai as though his life depended on it. Although, Sasori reflects, Kisame's sanity probably does. A particularly loud screech makes his hand tighten, snapping the kunai in half. With a growl, he tosses it over his shoulder onto the slowly growing pile, pulling out another one as he glances up at Sasori. "You lasted awhile."

He groans softly. His room is right next to the Zombie Brothers', he had waited, hoped for over two hours before eventually admitting defeat and heading to the living room. "Never again." He flops down in an exaggerated movement, although his body is too light to do the show justice. Konan glances up at him from her armchair, where she's working seven pieces of paper into different shapes.

Something hits the wall hard enough to send dust down from the ceiling, he doesn't want to know what's happening in there. Deidara snarls, throwing his wad of clay at the wall to land with a sickening splat. "Isn't there anything we can do, un?!" He looks around at the others, eyes wild. "Can we at least go to a hotel?!"

Itachi jerks his head, hands shaking with irritation. Sasori thinks he ought to calm down, but he wouldn't dare say it. Who knows if Itachi's Genjutsu will work on him? "Can't. Kakuzu will skin us if we pay for a hotel." Deidara glances at the clay on the wall longingly, as though he really wants to blow it up. "And he'll kill you if you destroy the wall."

Deidara sets of on a string of swears he's sure the brat picked up from Hidan, some of them are a bit too creative even for him. Sighing, Sasori grabs the bowl he had planned on using for wood shavings, tossing in a few yen and passing it around. "Gag money. Put some in and maybe you can sleep." It'd be brilliant to get some work done without Hidan's shouting all the time.

Konan tosses a few notes in, looking up at him while her papers spin agitatedly. "Would they even use them, though?" It's a good question, Sasori's not entirely sure what they're into. And he certainly doesn't want to go in and see.

"Yes," drawls Deidara, tossing in what looks to be the entire content of his wallet. Of course Deidara would know, he and Hidan are close. He doesn't ask how it came up in conversation, though, there are some things he doesn't even want to know about his partner.

Kisame glances at the brat with a raised eyebrow, before looking back down at his kunai. Kakuzu won't be able to get mad at them for the gags, they're using their own money and Kakuzu has never been one to turn away a gift. Free is free, he'd say. Besides, he's certain he's heard Kakuzu growl something about Hidan needing to shut up.

It's actually worth knowing what their kinks are to be able to get work done. After all, it's three in the morning and they haven't shown any signs of stopping. Pain walks into the room, eyes dull as though he's been fighting for days. "If any one ever gives them a reason to prove anything, I will kill you." That's great, Sasori thinks, except that Hidan is the only one that insults the old man's stamina anyways.