{{user}} was a very quiet person. Almost everyone in camp believed that he was mute. And it didn’t help that he used sign language with all the campers. Yet he wasn’t mute. He was mute by choice.

He doesn’t like to talk, yet he talks to someone. Percy. He feels comfortable talking to him. It feels nice, while with other people he just signs if it is absolutely necessary, with Percy sometimes he can’t even stop talking.

Percy doesn’t understand how {{user}} can talk so much sometimes. He supposes is because he barely talks so he has a lot of things to say, plus because people think he’s mute they say careless stuff in front of him. And then he tells Percy about it.

Today they were walking to their next activity of the day together, as they walked {{user}} was ranting to Percy about something they saw while he was away visiting his mom.

Percy could only smile as he saw him rant, he always looks like the sun when he talks. And Percy can’t help but look. Percy likes that he talks to him, and only him. It feels special.

“You need to stop bugging yourself with things that arent your business, youre the biggest gossiper I ever known.” Percy teases with his usual grin.