// † kapllam left a message through the ouija board!
“ It’s a bloody conspiracy, that’s what it is-- ” Distinct irritation flickers in the emerald green eyes -- new contacts, a pay day treat -- as she rocks on the heels of her feet, gawking at the closure sign with contempt. Perhaps the distance, a mere three blocks, was nothing; but in principle she’d travelled outside of her comfort zone and without a reward, Seulji was thoroughly frustrated. All that effort (albeit, seemingly not much) for a horrible result. Her hankering for ice cream made it all the worse.
This was not fair, this was them ( god knows who ‘they’ are but Seulji is fond of blaming many downfalls on these unnamed entities ) playing her like a puppet -- and accepting it with a silent disposition would be the last damn thing she’d ever do. Reactions of the exaggerated nature were to be put in place, and so with the awareness of her surroundings she allows herself to indulge in childish nature; Seulji begins to throw a tantrum. Banging balled fists against the windows, the noise only created by banshees echo against the transparent glass, a slight fog created by the heat of her breath.
How absolutely cruel, to be promised something so tangible only for it to be snatched away by kismet’s cruel hand -- yes this was all over a frozen dairy product, but not any delectable treat; it was ice cream from this exact spot -- so she needed it. Cognition was rigid, similar to the working of those on the autism spectrum ( who knows, maybe she had some form of autism, understandably undetected ) and the sudden upheaval of structure leaves her with internal rambles, unable to be voiced. This was the mindless babble which often consumed her thoughts in episodes like this. If it was right or wrong, or even apprehensible, she didn't care.
All she cared about was the ice cream she was missing out on.
