Zeke
He put a hand on his hip and swaggered his way into the room. "What's the matter? Nothing to be ashamed about. Nothing rings nicer than a woman's singing voice. C'mon, enough with the silent treatment-"
Two!? Wait, how was this possible!? His eyes widened looking at the barely clothed girl. Even he couldn't hide the shock. But wasn't that squirrel girl the holder? He turned to glance at her for a moment...
Yang
"Hey hey, come on. It really is just a sick misunderstanding. We've barely met!" Shit, this actually made him look even more suspicious! "Erm, I mean, it's not like there's anything wrong with a totally platonic relationship between a guy and a girl. Right Aruna? A-aruna?"
She was just chanting to herself! What the hell!? This was totally creepy! Like some satanic ritual! Just before he could snap out of his shocked expression, a metallic step interrupted him.
"I think I get it... you're a Yakuza, right?" Zeke suddenly rubbed the back of his head, a bit more serious than before. "Uh, yeah!" Yang answered sheepishly. Wait, how the heck does he know!? I've never met this schmuck in my-
"Then it makes sense. It's just a Yakuza get together karaoke session, you know? Toooootally business, nothing to do with romance." He moved to whisper in Nanako's ear. "Hell, I hear in some families, they're considered matters of life and death."