Tatum watched the other girl closely, accepting the piece of paper when it was shoved in her direction. "Oh," she said simply, reading it over. Transfer student, that made a little more sense. She was still pretty weird, but the redhead couldn't shake that initial thought, mostly how cute she was. It had never been in her nature to leave a cute girl hanging. "We're in the same house. Over there," she explained, gesturing toward the Shawnee building.
"You seem like you don't belong here.. I mean, like, no offense. You just don't," she added, accepting the cigarette instinctively before remembering, quickly holding it out to offer it back. "Can't," she murmured, a little sadly as she gestured to her stomach. Quitting was a pain in the ass, and it took loads of her willpower not to just take the cigarette anyway and smoke it like mad.
"Don't you guys have like.. those cigarette pack warnings in France? The one with the like, cigarettes will deform your baby warning?"
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