After class ended, Yosuke and Chie made their way into the music room, guitars in hand. Lethargically, they pulled two chairs together.
"Chie, isn't this sort of stupid? Why do we need to do a duet for a CHRISTMAS concert? Isn't like, half of Japan Buddhist or something?"
She sighed. "Just shut up and get this practice done over with, sheesh. I worry about my grade, you know."
Yosuke made an exaggerated O face with his hands on his face. "Oh my god! This is news, Chie Satonaka cares about academics!" Slap. "Ow! Five minutes into practice and I'm already mortally injured! Someone help me! Call 911!"
"Sorry," Chie said. "It's reflexive. Anyway, you're treating me to steak after this, right?"
Yosuke faced his head down, paying little attention, toying with his strings. "Dude, I know I still owe you from breaking The Trial of the Dragon, but come on, can you get over it?" He accidentally broke one. "Shit, I broke my G string..." Chie started cracking up.
"Yosuke, I always knew you were gay."
"SH-SHUT UP!! I didn't mean it like that," Yosuke exclaimed. "And, I'm straight!" he added. Chie handed him a new string anyway.
"Chie, these are bass strings. I don't play the bass."
"Bass? You mean, fish? I don't think I handed you strings of fish..."
"BASS! (this time, he pronounced it correctly.) Whatever!! Stupid bass players. So picky."
"Hey, hey, don't be sour. And that's all I got, so you shouldn't be picky."
The boy shot her an annoyed look. "Yeah yeah... let's just start!" Yosuke started strumming a few chords in beat, while Chie joined in. Softly, he shyly sang a verse:
Dashing through the snow.... in a one-horse open sleigh....
Over the hills we go... Laughing all the way, Ha! Ha! Ha!
Chie silently nodded in approval that Yosuke was taking this seriously.
Bells on bob tails ring, making spirits bright. What fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight!
Suddenly, he belted into chorus, "OHHHH, CHIE SUCKS! CHIE SUCKS! CHIE SUCKS A LOT! She kicks guys' asses all the time, they're lucky if they duck! OHHH..." The bass stopped playing. "Chie sucks! Chie sucks! Chie sucks, a lot! Short and scary, she's your girl, can't find someone to fu-- OWWHH!! SHIT!"
"Yosuke, what the hell?!"
"What, what?! Damn, I knew your kicks hurt but your punches are a whole new level!" Yosuke clutched his arm like he just had a heart attack.
"We both know what you were going to say, dumbass!"
"What, I was going to say fund! Really!"
Chie audibly exhaled and facepalmed. "Ugh. You know what, I think we've had enough practice today, since clearly someone is being immature here."
"Uhhhh.... you?"
"No! Gah! Nevermind! We'll just wing it tomorrow night!"
"Hmm.. now that I think of it, I'm hungry for some KFC..."
Chie smashed her bass on top of Yosuke's head.
