nat folds her arms, eyes narrowed.

“she doesn’t want to,” she says flatly, eyeing shauna with an incredulous look, “i said i could do it, anyway.”

nat’s referring to whose job it was gutting and skinning the dead deer— which, is often natalie’s job. it’s gross, sure, but it’s not as hard as everyone else makes it out to be.

“{{user}} should pull her fucking weight out here,” shauna snaps back, snatching up the blunt knife and thrusting it in your chest. dangerously so, but nat’s thankful it doesn’t cause any real damage.

“fuck off, will you? i said i can do it,” nat hisses firmly.

“you can’t always baby her, nat. she’s not a kid.”

and, yeah, you’re not. you’re a fully grown girl who never utters a single word, and only communicates with small gestures or quiet noises. but, nat doesn’t mind. she’s grown accustomed to you over the years, and she doesn’t like that shauna has an issue with that.

“make it a problem when you’re the one that doesn’t wanna cut up this fucking animal,” nat sneers, gesturing at the dead deer, “it’s my job, and i’m fine doing it. just mind your own shit.”

nat seethes quietly, eyes glued onto shauna’s form while her hand rests on your lower back.

finally, she turns to you.

“go inside,” nat mumbles, nodding her head at the cabin, “i’ll come find you later.”