Deidara strolled in as if he hadn't left a trail of oddly glowing blue blood all around him, pausing to inspect the blood but only thinking that it really would look nice with his art--a little flourish was always nice. There were citizens, but he ignored them, as they looked much the same and shrunk away from him anyway--even while giving him dirty looks. Oh well. He grinned cheerily at them.

The man in the cape, though, stuck out, and Deidara gave him a curious once-over. Perhaps he'd come to see what was going on? Or maybe to eliminate him. That wouldn't be anything new.

He grinned at the white-haired man, too.