Prompt from Morg224: Nico, Flirting, and Purple

A/N: So I decided to do this chapter, because the block disappeared for it (and it switched out for a block in my essay writing... Oh well.)

"Hey, Grover, can you just film me?"

"Doing what?" His voice got a lot more excited (and higher pitched). "Did you learn a new Underworld power?!"

"Er, no, I just want you to film me... walking around..."

"Oh. Well that's boring."

"But you're gonna do it anyway because right now all you're doing is watching grass?"

"Yeah, let's just go..."

There was a bit of silence, people talking in the distance, the occasional laugh or basketball bouncing. There was a not-so-bloody-murder type scream, followed by someone yelling, "Why is there a boar's head?!" Grover laughed from behind the camera and said, "Newbies."

There was a ssh-ing noise from Nico, then he cleared his throat in an obnoxious way.

"You must be a fish cause I'm reelin' you in." There was a bit of silence, where Nico was no doubt making weird, trying-to-be-seducing eye contact. Then–

Smack.

There was a loud slapping sound that. Footsteps stormed away from the camera (and Nico, who was probably very red and trying to cover his embarrassment.)

Grover started cracking up, and Nico grumbled something about that just being a warm up.

Some more footsteps, Grover saying hey to some other satyrs, who bleated back, and then Nico hissing at Grover to stop walking and wait to be amazed.

"Hey, Penelope."

"Oh, hey, Nico..."

"Did you know that–"

"Look, before you even start, I'm in the Hunters. So... just stop before you get embarrassed."

She walked away, and Grover laughed again.

This went on for about five more minutes, each time Nico ending up shot down, Grover laughing.

After being slapped for the fifth time, Grover commented, "How do you still have pick-up lines?"

"Dude, I have a list of forty-two."

"Really? Like, legit?"

"Like, legit."

"Oh. Where did you get all of them?"

"Uh, not following some Hermes guys around..."

"Oh, Nico."

"Oh, Grover. Don't give me that I pity you look."

"Wha– Fine. I pity you."

"... Why did you only say 'pity' in a British accent?"

"Oh my gosh why do you question everything I do you're worse than Juniper and she's not behind me is she oh good–"

A voice cut off Grover's rant. "Hey, you're Nico, right?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. You're–?"

"Morgan. I spoke to Chiron, and he told me you'd be a good person to talk to about the Morpheus cabin? Are you a son of Morpheus?"

"Oh, no. I'm Hades's son."

"Oh, you're that Nico."

Grover snickered. Nico ignored him.

"Yeah, that Nico."

"Well, I don't think you smell like cabbage. I don't know what Thalia was talking about."

"Cabbage–?"

Morgan laughed, and Grover interrupted. "Is your hair naturally purple?"

There was a bit of silence while Nico was most likely giving Grover a death stare and Morgan was probably giving him an are-you-serious look.

"Uh, no. I dyed it a couple months ago."

There was a light cough from behind the camera, and Grover said defensively, "Well you never know what happens with Morpheus' genes..."

"Well, this has been smashing, but I do have to find my cabin. Do you know where it is?"

"Oh, yeah, it's actually near mine..." They walked off, and Grover grumbled, (presumably to himself), "Why can she say only one thing in a British accent?"