starter call & and planned // @iinukkuma ( for dab-ward )
sela lost count on how many times they had danced this tango. she’d arrive at the scene , feeling really good this time like really good , she’s definitely going to finally catch that sneak ... and then he escapes. he always , always manages to escape and it ... infuriates her.
if life were a cartoon , she would’ve gritted her teeth right into dust with the amount of times he’s driven her straight into frustration. it didn’t matter how quick she was , how much she strategized ( it had , admittedly , gotten sloppy as time went on ) , how great her aim was ... he always found a way to weasel around her. and ... her obsessive nature kicked in ... a promise not to rest easy until she finally caught the guy.
and she finally freaking did. finally !
“ we’re either going to do this the hard way or the hard way. “ she starts , leaning back onto her seat as she kicks her feet up onto the metal table. months she had been on this guy ; he was on her mind constantly ... she was going to get her sweet satisfaction out of this. “ because after all the crap you pulled out , there’s no easy way for you. “














