"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.
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.
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?
"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.
"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?"
"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."