"LAND!" screamed a small blond, hoopping out of the passenger side of the car. "DUO! You are NEVER driving AGAIN!
You hear me! NEVER! You can pilot a 10 ton machine of destruction but not a tiny car? Whats the MATTER with you!
I've ne... Whats so funny!"
While Quatre was ranting the braided boy was trying to keep a straight face but right around the word car he was unable to control the snorts and snickers. Around the two smaller boys the rest of the pilots were slowly composing themselves after a hair-rasing drive up a gravel driveway. Trowa had just stuck his arm in the trunk to start pulling out their purchases of the day when a scream of pure unadultered rage caused him to jump and hit his head on the open trunck.
"Fucking bitch! Fucking mother fucking GHAAAAAAAAA!" And with that quatre ran into the house sounding like an angry elephant, slamming many doors as he went.
Heero sauntered up next to the shocked boy "See what happens when you try to impress people? Quit hotdogging for the other guys or I'll start to get jealous." he walked back to the trunk to help trowa with unloading the car.
"Wufei, come help me so I can go check on Quatre." Came Trowa's voice from the trunk where he was lying half in it to reach the rest of the bags. His voice seemed to shake wufei out of his shocked stupor. Never had any of the pilots heard quatre loose his temper quite like that