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Tatum/Michi
"We'd need a really big lunchbox to hold all my snacks," Tatum laughed. "Try a cooler or something. Like, maybe one made for going camping," she suggested, backing up a bit as Michi brandished her wand. "Go for it, maybe you can at least make it like.. strawberry or something."

If there was one thing Tatum had promised herself from the beginning, it was that she would never turn into her parents. Whatever their daughter would need, she'd be there for it, never judging or condemning her. She wasn't going to make any of her dad's mistakes, and she wasn't going to raise a child in his way. "Fuck 'em," she agreed again quietly, cracking a smile at her girlfriend's encouragement. "You think? I'd be like a, breath of fresh air or something. Someone more current. Since most of those bitches are like a hundred years old under all that surgery, whereas I'm going to.. look fourteen until I die, basically."

Tatum smiled sheepishly at Michi, swinging their hands a little in between them as she looked up at her. "Well good, I'm glad you do," she murmured, only looking a little embarrassed. "Because when you say that to a girl and you don't get the I love you too, that's major egg on the face," she laughed weakly.