"GOD DAMMIT FELICIANO! I'M FUCKING PISSED AT YOUR DUMB ASS! I WAS STANDING HERE FOR FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES WAITING FOR YOU TO GET YOU FUCKING ASS BACK TO THE DAMNED CAR, AND WE GET FUCKING JUMPED BY A FUCKING GANG! THEY FUCKED US UP BAD BECAUSE THERE WERE TWO OF US ASSES AND LIKE FIFTEEN FUCKING BILLION OF THE FUCKING BASTARDS! ME AND THIS DUMB BASTARD THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO FUCKING BLEED TO FUCKING DEATH BEFORE YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE BASTARD! AND IF YOU THINK I'M BEING TO FUCKING HARSH, WELL EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME, BASTARD, BECAUSE I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO FUCKING BLEED TO DEATH! BASTARD, THE NEXT TIME I FUCKING SAY TO MEET US AFTER OUR FUCKING SHIFT, DO IT, DAMMIT!" a VERY pissed Lovino shouted at me.

I stood there shaking in fright before reaching out a shaky hand to give my brother the keys.

"...you better fucking give me those fucking key bastard, dammit..." Lovino muttered harshly under his breath as he climbed into the car.

The entire way home he was yelling things at me like:

'BASTARD! YOU'VE GOT ME FUCKING PISSED! DON'T BE EXPECTING ME TO BE FUKING EASY, DAMMIT!'

and

'THE FUCK COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO US, BASTARD, AND THEN WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU FUCKING DO?! YOU WOULD HAVE TWO VERY PISSED BROTHERS IN THERE LAST FUCKING MOMENTS!'

I kept repeating sorry, because I honestly felt bad about it. I probably shouldn't tell them about inviting my new friends to the café... They'd be killed in their sleep... Geez, and Lovino needs to watch his language...

Sorry it's short, I have lots of things to do...