The sound of a body throwing itself onto one of the infirmary cots echoed through the mostly empty room, followed closely behind with a dramatic, but melodic sigh. “Can I say something mean?”
“Probably not in front of the baby.”
Will groaned, looking up from his pile of patient reports he had been sorting for the past… year. “I hardly think eleven still counts as being a baby.”
Lee, who had been refilling first aid kits for the past two hours, contemplated this for a moment. “Maybe, but that’s besides the point. I’m six years older than you. You’ll always be a baby.”
“I’m going to say something mean. Will, cover your ears.”
“I’m not covering my ears, Taylor. Unlike you, I’m working right now and I need my hands.”
“Oh,” Taylor dragged, a taunt evident in her voice, "someone's grumpy.”
“He’s mad I put him on infirmary duty during arts and crafts.”
“Will, you aren’t good at arts and crafts.” Lee slapped her arm. “And you like working in the infirmary, you are constantly taking my shifts. It’s why I love you.”
Lee slapped her arm again. “Taylor, what the heck.”
Taylor groaned, “Fuck. Just say fuck. I’m begging you.”
“That’s besides the point. I had it with Cecil. We were going to finish our board game.” Will turned to Lee, pointing an accusing finger at him, “You knew this.”
Lee let out a long-suffering sigh and Will almost felt bad for causing a fuss, but really, Lee brought this upon himself. “Taylor, stop pawning off your shifts to Will. Will, stop letting Taylor’s pawn off her shifts to you. Also: I’m sorry about arts and crafts. The last few days have been hectic and I needed your help. I’ll make sure to not schedule you over arts and crafts next week.”
“I’m going to be home next week! Mama is picking me up, remember?”
Lee had the decency to look ashamed when he said, “Heck. I forgot. I’m sorry, Will.”
Taylor got up from her self-designated cot and walked over to Will, ruffling his hair once she was close enough. “I’ll take over the rest of your shift, buddy. You go have fun.”
Will shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m already here. Arts and crafts is half-way done anyway. We wouldn’t be able to finish.”
“If you’re sure,” Taylor sighed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead and Will let out a cry of protest because he could feel the lipstick stain there. He tried rubbing it away with his fingers but by the look on Lee’s face and the snickers Taylor was making behind him, he only made it worse.
Lee graciously handed Will a wipe before glaring at their sister. “Taylor, what are you even doing here?”
“I think I made that pretty obvious when I threw myself onto a bed and stated I was gonna say something mean. I came to gossip.”
“You should be at archery right now.”
“Mike was being a piss-baby. He wouldn’t let Josh and I try to hit one another. What’s the point of being in advanced archery if you can’t shoot at your brother? Moving targets!”
“So you left?”
“Yep. I found Silena and she offered to do my nails before I came by.”
Lee pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that resembled an old man at the end of his rope. Will suppressed a giggle at his brother’s anguish as Lee said, “You can’t do that.”
“Do what? My nails?”
“Leave Michael like that.”
“Why? He’s not in charge of me.”
“But I am. And he’s my second in command, so yes he is.”
Taylor groaned, flopping back onto her cot. “One, he’s like three weeks older than me, unfair. And two, none of that is important right now. What is important is that our father was here and didn’t say hi to any of us. Who does that?”
“Our father, apparently.”
Taylor flipped Lee off, showing off her new manicure. It was baby pink, like her lipstick, with a little sun in the center. “He gives those kids a ride, none of them his, and has the audacity to leave before saying hi? Hell, Will over here has never met him. He has time to bring a group of kids to camp, but can’t spare a lousy minute to check in on us? And I can’t say this to Michael or he’ll claim I’m “on the other side”.” Taylor sighed, a faraway look in her eyes. Will had only seen this look on her face a few times before: every time Luke was mentioned. “I’m just tired of feeling abandoned and I’m sick of feeling like it’s bad to think that.”
Lee stepped towards her, a soft, “Tay–” passing through his lips, before she sat up and shook herself out of her stupor.
“Instead of saying hi, he just causes chaos and disappears! He brings Percy back, which is never a good sign. Thalia is driving the sun chariot, and crashes it! Oh, and he brought that new weird kid that keeps bombarding everyone with questions.”
Will saw through the change of topic, and Lee clearly had to as well, but he allowed it to happen. He slapped her on the arm for the third time, “He’s not weird. He’s, like, eight. The kid is just excited. You were excited about camp once upon a time.”
Taylor turned to Will, jerking her head at Lee, “I think he’s finally lost it. When have I ever been excited by anything ever?”
Will grinned, “Yesterday, you beat Madi at Josh’s song quiz and you danced around the cabin for ten minutes.”
Taylor gasped loud and dramatic, clutching at her chest as she fell back onto her cot, chestnut hair falling all over her face in her fall. “William! How dare you accuse me of such things!”
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I think the most interesting thing about Saiki K. in terms of storytelling is that every word we get from Saiki is in narration format.
he's the narrator, so he provides the manga narration boxes/anime voice-over (usually; there is occasionally an omniscient narrator voice in differently-bordered narration boxes/a different voice).
he's a self-aware narrator, so his narration is in the present tense and identical with his current thoughts in the story; whether he's providing context for the readers or having real-time reactions to story events, it's all the same format. No thought bubbles for Saiki. (Unless he's projecting thoughts in such a way that they're disguised as the target's own thoughts, which he does occasionally as a kind of subliminal messaging).
he doesn't speak out loud. ever. so any verbal communication he does is telepathically projected thought, and is formatted identically to his ongoing internal monologue.
you can basically guess if he's being "heard" or not by whether characters react to his thoughts and by whether he's miming his point at the same time.
as the story goes on, it becomes easier to pick up patterns; he seems to stick to silence whenever possible around people who don't know about his powers, and "speaks" more freely around, for instance, his parents (although we still get "internal" and "voiced" thoughts mixed together in scenes with them).
what makes it harder, though, is that even though the context clues suggest he's non-verbal around his classmates 95% of the time, if they're talking, he is constantly responding to them in his head.
he addresses the people around him in second person over half the time, I'd say, even when he very clearly isn't actually making himself heard by them. and that's even when they aren't talking to him, just existing around him.
Anyway THIS is why I'm calling him a lurker; he is very very engaged with things going on around him, and mentally responds in a way that "participates" in actions and conversations, but at the same time he's only outwardly engaged to the bare minimum. He wants to engage, but he doesn't want to be perceived.
(There is a question of how much of this is choice; the fact that he mainly "talks" to people who know his powers may mean it's hard for him to disguise his thoughts as actual speech, and since he learned to project thoughts before physically speaking, he may not be comfortable with using his actual voice! But issues with his powers and issues with being perceived generally tie into each other, so I'd say they're not mutually exclusive here.)
Saiki's very big on his "loner" self-image. He's very quiet and disengaged out loud... but he's very talkative in his head, toward the same people. He doesn't just think ABOUT them, he imagines RESPONSES to them - and since we're along for the ride, we get to see where his attention goes.
And (even if much of what he says in his head is snarky) I feel like that level of "participation" ends up a little bit telling on himself and his actual levels of anti-socialness.
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