"You know what I'm talking about," Tatum hissed back through clenched teeth, her eyes darting around the corridor behind the other girl to make sure no one was around. Thankfully, no one was. But it didn't mean people didn't hear her screeching like a banshee out there. "Get the fuck i-in here!" she growled again, rolling her eyes at the fruit tray. She thought she was so funny, didn't she?
"I'm not paranoid, you're an asshole," she muttered, slamming the door behind them once Sera was inside. She barely had time to answer, to put up any protest, before the younger girl was entirely shoving her things out of the way without a care in the world. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, yanking the papers and grinder out of Sera's hand as they were offered to her.
"You're like a bull in a china shop," she muttered, stalking away and back over to her desk. She pulled open the drawer, dropping the supplies inside before glancing back over her shoulder at her sister. "That's my spot, by the way. You can sit on the floor."