tylerbeyond:
“no shit, bed-stuy? i grew up in brownsville! small world,” he chuckled. it had been a miserable experience on the whole, save for the time he’d spent with his friends. bed-stuy was a neighborhood near brownsville.
he huffed. “i didn’t know he was like that until… well, he was like that.” tyler muttered bitterly into the tea. “i’m a little more careful about who i hang out with.” he looked at her over the rim of his cup. “you’re not gonna try to kill me, are you?”
Cat nods. “The smallest. I only spent my high school years there, though,” she adds - she generally considers herself to be from New York, though she didn’t spend a huge amount of time there. The same can be said for her considering herself Colombian - she only lived there for eight years of her life, a small fraction in the grand scheme of things.
“I’d hope that was the case,” Cat notes. “Y’know, that you found out later instead of willingly making friends with a serial killer-type.”
“Do I really give off that sort of vibe?”
