Christmas Carol... Who is Carol, Anyway?
The radio was playing a whole bunch of Christmas music. No matter what channel you tuned into, it was all the same result.
"You know," Dark said randomly, "I think Daisuke is going caroling later."
Krad gave him a strange look. "So?"
Dark shrugged. "I don't know." After a while he began humming along with whatever song was playing at the moment.
"What are you doing, Mousy?"
"Singin'," he said simply. "Rockin' around the Christmas tree..." he sang, grinning. "Sing along if you know the words." Dark laughed and continued to sing.
Dark wasn't the best singer in the world, but he did pretty well for himself anyway. He went over to the Christmas tree after the next song ended and grabbed a candy cane off of the Christmas tree.
"You're not much fun," he complained to Krad, who refused to sing with him. The thief came and sat down next to him. "Lighten up a bit. It's nearly Christmas."
"I don't care, Dark," Krad said, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. "I'm not singing. The end."
"What a Scrooge," Dark remarked unhappily.
"A what?" Now Krad was confused. What was a Scrooge?
Dark's shoulders drooped a bit. "You are so dense sometimes, Krad. You've seriously never seen 'A Christmas Carol'? It's classic!"
"Not for some people," Krad argued. "I've never celebrated Christmas before, alright?"
"Oh yeah..."
"So what is a 'Christmas Carol' – a song? And what's a 'Scrooge'?" Krad wondered.
"A Christmas Carol is a story about this old guy, Ebenezer Scrooge, who was a money-loving jerk that didn't care about anyone else but himself, and he hated Christmas. So on Christmas Eve, his dead partner appeared to him as a ghost, warning him that he was going to end up in the same situation if he didn't get his act together. Three other ghosts visited him after that (the ghosts of Christmas Present, Past, and Future) and knocked some sense into him. When he woke up on Christmas morning, he had turned into this majorly generous guy and didn't detest Christmas so much anymore. Does that kind of explain it?" Dark said, pretty much all in one breath.
Krad raised an eyebrow at him. "I suppose so." At least, he thought he got it.
"So," Dark concluded, "don't be such a bum." He handed Krad the candy cane and ruffled his hair before getting up again. The song that was going to play next was Silent Night. "Do you know this one?" Dark wondered.
Krad shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't really matter."
"Oh, come on – just one song? I bet you sound fantastic," Dark pleaded with him.
Krad rolled his eyes and grabbed the hands that the thief was holding out for him. Dark pulled him up off the couch.
"Silent night..." Dark started.
"Stille nacht..." Krad sang at the same time.
"Whoa! You know the German words?"
Krad nodded, continuing to sing so he wouldn't mess up the words.
"Cool – and you do have a great voice," Dark complimented. "Way better than mine..."
Krad grinned faintly, and they finished the first verse.
"Wow," Dark said again.
"Oh, stop it already," Krad told him, even though he was really enjoying Dark's amazement.
Then a cunning smirk crept onto the thief's face. "I knew I could make you sing!" he said triumphantly.
Krad glared at him.
"Uh-oh..."
Dark ran.
Krad chased.
