Classics
Ganta is my friend's imaginary friend, he worked his way into my writing derp
Ganta watched as John sang to himself.
"What on Earth are you singing?"
To which John sang louder. "We can be like they are, come on baby don't fear the reaper. Come on take my hand--" Ganta walked right up to him and slapped him firmly. John shut up but had no idea why a simple tune would result in a slap to the face.
"And what was that for?!" He barked.
"You're being a pest, I hate that song."
"You don't even know it!"
"Really?"
"I have a fever, and the only pr--"
"--Prescription is more cow bell... YES I know the song and the skit that goes with it you close minded fool."
John crossed his arms and pouted over it. As soon as Ganta turned away, John started singing again.
"You're in for surprise, you're in for a shock! In London town streets, where there's darkness and fog... When--" Ganta yelled this time and tackled John right out of his chair. John struggled to get away and once free he teased.
"Take on me, take me on~"
"Will you just shut up!?"
"We are the priests, of the temple, of syrr...syrinx ... no no uh... damn how do you say that again?" John went into a ponder over lyrics.
Ganta groaned and shoved him over while he thought. Ganta had John pinned, but this time John didn't even move. "Aww why do you gotta hate on classic rock?"
"That's not the point, I hate your singing."
"I don't sing that badly, hell my voice is like dio only at the normal pitch haha." John bragged to himself.
Ganta flicked his nose and got off of him. Walking out of the house and slamming the door. John pulled himself up and sighed. "What a pitty... I should set up the audio for some Floyd and Billy Idol next hehe."
"No you won't!" Ganta yelled from outside.
John then quietly sang to himself as he shrugged it off. "Run, rabbit run... Dig that hole and when the work is done~"