[ As if in revenge, Nico tears the remains of the flower apart before flicking it away. Had he Leo's fire skills he would have burned it as well.

After the destruction of the flora he tucks his hands into the pockets of his black jacket as if that's enough to stop him from picking another. Then shuffles back into the shadow of a building and debates using it to go very far away. ]

Not if you're a god or goddess or demigod of love who might find it amusing.

[ His tone isn't angry at all, nope. ]

I couldn't help it, it's as if I was drawn to do it in the first place.