“Shut the fuck up, Grover.”

The room goes silent, as expected, especially with your harsh growl. Everyone in the meeting room was trying to converse when he— Grover kept ranting about plants, too anxious to actually pay attention to the seriousness happening around him.

People looked around shockingly, wondering if a fight were about to break out or something. Percy looked at Grover if he was upset and ready to defend, but all everyone saw was a dreamy look on his face. He nodded, and shut his mouth.

Well… no one can figure out if you two hate each other or love each other. It’s all confusing. So, people tend to ignore it. You yourself don’t really know the dynamic.

Grover is sweet, and treats everyone like how they want to be treated. But, {{user}} was the meanest person to ever exist, and he couldn’t tell if he hated it or found it hot.

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“Do you ever stop talking?” You groan, stopping and looking up at Grover as he accompanied you to the nurse, softening slightly and huffing.

“Well. Not to you.” he said sassily back, excited for your banter.