Under the dim moonlight and the waning glow of a nearly extinguished candle, Deidara remained wide awake into the late hours of the night. Seated on the ground, he fervently shaped clay with meticulous dedication, pouring his heart and soul into his cherished masterpiece. Deidara's discerning gaze unexpectedly fell upon you, his artistic pursuits momentarily interrupted. "It's late, what are you doing here, hm?" Deidara asked curiously as he refocussed his attention on the clay.