Sera/Tatum
Tatum resisted the urge to grab the fruit snacks down, deciding to let it slide at least until her sister left the room. "You pack her lunches for her? That's pretty sad," she teased, leaning back on the counter and watching the younger girl struggle for a second with the slightly sticky window. Their apartment was in a sort of old house, but Tatum liked it. Especially their kitchen. It was big and full.
"Eating cereal? What does it look like I'm doing?" Tatum asked, continuing to pour her milk just the same, actually adding a little more for spite before putting it down on the counter behind her. "You want me to have cinnamon toast crunch and orange juice? Oh, that sounds fucking delicious, man. Thanks."
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