dear_mun | send help, fell into the trap of reading fanfiction and there is no escape

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canon: the walking dead

send help, fell into the trap of reading fanfiction and there is no escape

Please. Please. For both of our sakes, lay off the fanfic. It's not flattering for anyone.

Say it with me, now: "platonic." Don't make us have the talk about how two ladies can just be friends.

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Well, sure, we can.

( Well, hello. Would she go to hell for flirting with an attractive, older lady? Who is also a redhead? And did she mention attractive?

God. She needs to find different ways to distract her mind. )

But we could also catch dinner and a movie?

( She is very much making fun of herself. Yep. )

Yeah. Were you offering?

Depends. I hear playing hard to get is kinda more in-style, these days. Or being super wealthy and having people interview you and something about contracts.

( Yes, Tara. You can totally be Christian Grey. Except for no, never. )

Well, I am a lawyer. I can write a good contract.

A lawyer? That's pretty badass.

( Ccool and potentially intimidating. )

I'm a cop.*

( *this is slightly incorrect, Rookie. )

Yeah? [Okay, she's really grinning now.] My dad's a cop, too.

( Tara isn't going to mention her own dad, what with how the time she saw him he tried to chew her face off. Zombies, man. )

Cool. Not Atlanta PD, I'm guessing? Law run in the family, or something?

Nah, we're in Jersey. Gotham, highest crime rate in the United States. [It's said wryly, but with an odd sort of affection.

Gothamites, y'all.]

It inspires you, I guess.

( Gotham.... Gotham... she should know this, shouldn't she? But since today is the day of fourth-walling-but-also-not, no fictional Gotham knowledge for this loser. )

I get that. My sister was a nurse. I mean, our dad wasn't a doctor or a cop or anything, but he wanted to make sure we could look after ourselves.

( And conveniently they had some handy skills for the apocalypse. Go figure. She shrugs, and holds out a pack of cigarettes to Barbara in offering. The raised eyebrows are simultaneously a would you like one? and a do you mind if I do? )