Truth to their assumption, Luna gritted her teeth in rage and yelled, "Get down, NOW!" She moves her finger to and fro, between them and the rooftop.
They cupped their ears, childishly stuck their tongue out at her and ducked down, completely disregarded her dissatisfaction and chuckled to themselves.
"Get your friends out," she demanded and looked at Calvin, yet he just whistling some tune and averting his eyes elsewhere, as if he did not hear her.
Danial, since minutes ago tightly pressing his lips together to suppress his smile that threatened to emerged in any moment, amused when he watched her adorable face turned crimson with anger and annoyance.
While Luna almost passed out in anger with their immature antics, and without choice, she pursed her lips and looked at Danial, whom she ignored before. "Get. Your. Friends. Out. Of. My. Chopper. Now!"