"Family assets," Deidara repeated quietly, abandoning his hair twisting to instead sink his fingers all the way back into it. It felt softer than before and for a split second he fought to hold back his amusement. He twisted the long blond strands over his head then let them fall again.
Itachi looked soft too, and with pursed lips, the blond watched the Uchiha's hand rub back and forth over the arm of his couch.