|| Prejudice | Private Rp with ShadeStar||

"However you think will prove your point," Alexa responded taking his challenge, "Course it'll be difficult to prove you have a cuter arse. Or we could both agree that we each have cute asses."

"Sure, you can have a cute ass," he said, smirking slightly. "But mine is cuter. You have to admit it. You don't have anyone writing literal ballads about yours, do you?"

"No," Alexa responded with a slight mutter admitting her defeat. She knew she was beaten when he brought up the ballads. She looked back up at him with fire in her eyes, "Course no one's ever really been able to appreciate the beauty that is my ass since I'm either kicking theirs or not around."

"I dunno," he said. "Maybe… you're just invisible." He grinned. "You should be visible more often. Maybe then you'll have ballads written about you."

Alexa rolled her eyes at his slight pun relating to her powers. She still had a smile on, "Perhaps. You've been around me while I'm visible longer than most people. Would you write a ballad on my butt?"

"No!" He said hurriedly. He shook his head with a chuckle. "You do not want to see my example of poetry. I'm terrible at it." He shrugged. "Except when I'm writing about my own ass."

Alexa laughed as he spoke. She watched him carefully, "Well know I want to see you do it even more."

"Nope. Not doing it. Unless I get something in return." He smirked playfully.

"What are you asking for then?" Alexa responded moving towards him. Her posture was relaxed and confident.

"I don't know. You seem to have something in mind, let's hear it."

"No please," Alexa made a motion with her hand, "You suggested it so you can say your idea first."

"I have no idea." He stepped closer to her, towering over her small frame, a wicked grin on his face.

Alexa saw his grin and kept herself relaxed even though she wanted to tense up and disappear, "You have no idea? Well that's a problem isn't it?"

"It is indeed." He turned away. This was boring. And they were still being civil. This was his last day to insult her for a while, he should enjoy it. "Too bad I don't have an idea, you know?"

"I know, and you expect me to have an idea?" Alexa responded letting out a silent breath as he turned away. He had been too close for comfort there.

"No, not really. Not with your intelligence level. You were probably too poor to afford enough schooling to become smart enough." There.

Alexa knew they still had time to insult each other and clearly Arsen wanted to use the time. She was fine and didn't care. She hopped up onto the counter and ignored his comment figuring that might bother him. She swang her legs back and forth as she leaned back onto her hands, "Eh, it's fine if you admit your too stupid to have one. I've got one or two, but none that you would like."

"Hmm. Well, let's hear them."

"Mmmm I could write a song for whatever you want me to if you wrote a ballad on my butt, an ass ballad for an arse song," Alexa suggested a sly smile creeping onto her face.

"Fine," Arsen said, a grin creeping across his face. She was cheeky, it was true. "Shall we start then? Or get in some more insulting before we have to be civil?"

"Oh whatever you want," Alexa shrugged, "But I'm guessing it'll take a while for a rich kid like you to write something of quality for my ass."

"Or a poor baby like you," he said, unfazed. "Who probably couldn't even get an education with enough benefit to learn how to write a poem."

"Yes, I can do that. We went to the same school ass. Now can you do it?" Alexa asked saying her words carefully. She had to pause and count the syllables in her head.

Arsen rolled his eyes. "Show-off. But I'd like to see real poetry, not crap like that." He smirked. "We start the civility and poem-writing tomorrow."

Alexa had a smirk on as he spoke. She gave him a nod with her arms crossed, "Tomorrow. Though I just have to write a song, much easier to do than write a ballad."

"So? It just proves that I'm more talented than you."

"No, it means that you couldn't think of anything for me and I gave myself an easy out," Alexa corrected him, "Also don't expect the song to be in English. Like at all."

"Foreign languages now, hmm? That's even better. It will show how amazing my ass is, that there are even songs written about it in different languages."

"I guess, but it also means you won't understand it puta," Alexa responded with a smile.

"So? What do I care if I can't understand it?" He stretched, and shook his head. "I can just use Google Translate."