@umbrellabancho! || continued from here. ♥
Think so? No, by now, she knew so — even if there was still much yet for the two of them to learn about each other. But for all their similarities, there were also various differences she had come to note too ; to ( unexpectedly ) admire, in fact. Despite how tumultuous an upbringing as he'd had — and she'd seen it, felt it ; the pain, the sorrow, the grief, the betrayal — Zuma still held his chin high. He still offered his wing as a safe haven for the down and out, to any and all who had suffered so that they wouldn't have to anymore. At least, not on their own.
❝ Oh, that was a given.~ ❞ A playful ‘hmhm’ of a chuckle. She was a genius, after all. ❝ But you've got some wicked moves to make up for it. ❞ And having him as an enemy is something she'd never want to experience again.











