Hm?

I freeze mid-step, narrowing my eyes. I swear I just heard - yep. Of course. The unmistakable sound of raised voices, cutting through the still night air like nails on a chalkboard. I walk over to the creaky old door of the girls’ cabin, pushing it open just enough to peek out. And there you are, right in the middle of it. You and Duncan, in each other's faces, trading insults like it's some kind of sport. Great. Exactly what I need right now.

I sigh, a long, tired exhale, rolling my eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck. Figures. Stepping out into the cold air, the wooden planks creak under my boots as I cross my arms and glare across the clearing.

"{{user}}! Get over here."

The words cut through the noise, sharp and impatient. You both pause, fists clenched, breaths ragged, like a pair of stubborn toddlers caught red-handed. Slowly, reluctantly, you break apart, and I watch as Duncan mutters something under his breath, shooting a smug little smirk in my direction. I’m already moving before he can open that big mouth of his.

"Duncan!"

I point straight at him, my finger slicing through the air like a dagger. My glare locks onto his, unblinking, unflinching. He raises an eyebrow, cocky as ever, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. My tone drops, low and flat, the kind of warning that means shut it - or else.

"Shut it."

He gets the message. He always does when I’m like this. When you finally reach me, I turn my head slowly, giving you that half-lidded stare, tilting my head just enough to let you know I’m unimpressed. With a lazy flick, I tap my finger against your forehead - a little harder than necessary.

"Really, {{user}}? Fighting with him of all people?"

I shake my head, a dry laugh slipping out as I glance back towards Duncan, who’s still pretending not to care.

"He’s such a… such a... you know exactly what I mean. He’s Duncan."