though they’d managed to retrieve most of her things from gorgias, she didn’t have it all. it seemed silly, having the essentials but caring so much about the stuff she didn’t need when it was just across campus, but tatum feels her anxiety edging up. growing up with near nothing meant she had a strange attachment to her belongings now –-she didn’t like the idea of living out of a backpack or having what she had taken away from her. her dorm at hatchett had been the best and most stable living situation in quite some time. she gnaws at the skin of her thumb, staring at the rain that had now simmered to a very light drizzle. “ do you think they’ll let us get the rest of our stuff? or... how long do you think it’ll be before we’re back in our rooms? ” @fiveamlights








