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."