Red’s eyes express the same indifferent boredom as usual but Leaf, despite her slightly foggy sight, is quite certain there is something more, right now, a light spark, be it of annoyance, disappointment, surprise or amusement; for his part, Green is flushed (“Put some clothes on!!”) and fuming (“Do you think this is a fucking game?!”), and yawning that, yes, that is precisely it (a game of fucking) seems to piss him off even more, makes him scream even louder without any consideration for the delicate ears of the fragile and refined lady who has just been busted because her best buddies took the unfortunate spontaneous decision to make a mess in the Rocket headquarters today (still, she has the decency not to point out that the Rocket boss is even better in bed than his grandfather).