From: studiesallnight	Date: September 1st, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Do you want a trophy or something for it?" Asked Bekka sarcastically. Clearly they weren't going to be a pair that stayed up all night giggling or painting each others toenails or whatever the fuck it is normal girls do. Heck, Bekka wasn't even so sure she'd be able to get a real conversation out of her roommate until mid-term, and only if she was lucky until then. She stood and spun on the spot a little, hoping half-halfheartedly that the book would just jump up this way. When she spoke again, she was a little bit (only a little bit) frustrated.

"Look while you're going through your congressional library, keep an eye open for it. Alright? I'm fucked if I can't edit it before the first game."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 1st, 2010 03:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I'll keep looking," Tatum replied quickly, nodding her head. When she thought Bekka had finished addressing her, she returned to the games, feeling significantly less enthusiastic about putting out her collection now. She almost wanted to go and get back to Frankie's room already. Bekka made a good point; it was sort of a dumb thing to have laying around everywhere, and Bekka wasn't the only one who thought so.

When she had finished with the current box finally, she moved it aside with another empty one, before moving to open another one up. She glanced at Bekka again, and then back down to the box. "I can like, uhm.. go, or whatever, if you need room to look around."

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 2nd, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Go, stay. I don't really care." Bekka replied absently. She had dedicated her attention to another box of her own that had once been stowed away in the closet. She waved a hand dismissively. "Go do whatever it is you people do. I'm good."

Honestly, she didn't exactly care at this point. Tatum had proved fruitless in her notebook search, and if she left it at home, or in her father's car then that would be a whole different adventure to retrieve it. If that was so, then Bekka was assured that her roommate would be just as useful there as here.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 2nd, 2010 07:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum frowned a little at the response, though she didn't say anything immediately. She turned her back, attention on her shelf again, wiping a bit of dust away and then adjusting the items piled upon it. She worked out a delicate balance for most of her belongings, and with any many games and things as she had hanging around, it tended to be a series of precarious balanced piles.

"What do you mean you people?" she asked finally, without looking back.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 8th, 2010 12:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)

The question caused Bekka to glance up at her roommate, really? Did the girl not know? So with a sigh she straightened herself up more proper and adjusted the unwelcome bangs from her forehead.

"You know, 'you people'. People like you and your little friends." Wasn't that clear enough?

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 13th, 2010 06:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Oh," Tatum replied softly, feeling instantly stupider. She turned her head a bit, focusing on unpacking again, her hands shaking just a bit. "I thought you meant gay-- ... err, y'know, something else," she explained, trailing off.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 13th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I didn't realize that was such an issue for you Tatum." She drawled slightly, it wasn't as if it was a great surprise about her roommate's preference, after all, it wasn't like this was the first time they'd ever spent time around each other. "I'll be sure to stop bringing home all the men from campus."

She went back to searching, this time repacking what had been scattered around the foot of her bed, presumably this might discover the hidden book. "Do lesbos have different kinds of fun than us squares?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 15th, 2010 11:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I didn't even mean-- whatever, forget it," Tatum began to protest, trailing off more softly toward the end. Her hand tensed on the book she was holding, as she slid it into it's place on the second shelf up. She glanced back at Bekka as the other girl continued to speak, although she faced her books again before she bothered to reply.

"Just forget it, please? We're not even-- we're.. nevermind."