|| Prejudice | Private Rp with ShadeStar||

"I'll just make sure you never get a copy of the lyrics then," Alexa shrugged, "Then you'll never know what I sang."

"I can record it, and then translate it."

"Mireda," Alexa responded, "El idioto as un poco intelligente."

"Intelli-what? What the hell does that mean?" Arsen cocked his head, then shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I could have recorded it, but I didn't. I totally could have if I wanted to."

"No you couldn't have," Alexa responded with a grin. She had thought he might have been able to figure that sentence out considering how close to English it was, "Really though? You can't figure out what intelligenet or idioto means? I guess you're more of an idioto que yo creo."

"Well, obviously they mean idiot and intelligent," he said, rolling his eyes. "I do know that much." And then he smirked. "ولكن هل تعرف ما أقوله ، الحمار الذكي؟"

Alexa rolled her eyes and narrowed her eyes at him just ever so slightly. She let out a sigh, "Puta. Why do you even know Arabic?"

"I grew up learning it." Arsen shrugged. "What, are you surprised?"

"A little bit yes," Alexa responded looking at him, "Didn't think you knew any other language than the classics."

"Of course I do. I'm not stupid." He sniffed in mock offense. "يجب أن يكون بسبب مؤخرتي مذهلة. يجعلك غير قادر على تخيل لي أي شيء آخر غير إله."

"That, is a lie," Alexa responded. She had been trained to understand and translate languages, but she couldn't speak them. Arabic had been one of the first ones her teachers had covered, "Your ass has nothing to do with it."

"Yes it does," Arsen said with a sniff. "My ass has everything to do with it." He leaned on the counter. "So, how many languages do you know?" He asked, a cheeky glint coming into his eye.

"Most of the major ones, it's a part of Theif training," Alexa calmly told him, "Once you know a root language others become pretty easy to pick up on. The only ones I can speak are English and Espanol, but I can understand and translate the rest."

"The rest?" He raised an eyebrow. "I see. So… can you speak Xhosa? It's a super weird language. Or Tatar?"

"I can't speak them," Alexa stressed her voice, "But considering I've never heard of Xhosa or Tatar, no I don't think I would be able to understand and translate."

"Well, Xhosa is basically clicks. They speak in clicks and pops and it's so, so weird." Arsen rolled his eyes. "My aunt lived in Africa for a while, and taught me those two languages." He grinned. "Here, let me give you an example. Kufuneka undithande kuba ndimhle." He spoke in pops and clicks, sounding more like a dolphin than a real person.

Alexa made a face at the strange noises Arsen was calling a language. She shook her head at whatever he was saying, "That's just strange. It's so obscure there would be no reason to learn it. Unless they needed me to go where people spoke it."

"Well, it's not a super popular language." Arsen made a face. "I don't see why they have to teach me it."

"I don't see why either, yet you know it," Alexa responded shrugging slightly, "Any other fun languages you can speak?"

"Russian, Xhosa, Arabic, a little bit of Tatar, English, obviously. And gibberish. I speak fluent gibberish." He counted them off on his fingers.

"Gibberish? Really?" Alexa raised an eyebrow at him. She could believe his other claims, but not gibberish. It was gibberish.

"Of course!" He sprouted into a bout of complete and utter nonsense, sounding ridiculous.

Alexa bit back her laugh after his bout of ridiculousness. She decided to respond in a bout of her own, not even she knew what she was saying to him.

Arsen's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he spoke even more, this time sounding like baby nonsense. It was fun, actually. He was actually having fun. It was weird.

Alexa responded barely suppressing her laughter. In a strange way, this was comical and she quite enjoyed it.

Then he stopped and ran a hand through his hair. "Believe me now? That I can speak gibberish?"

"Anyone can speak gibberish," Alexa responded her lips turned upwards into a smile, "But yes, I do believe you can."

"Why thank you." Arsen sniffed mockingly. "Not everyone can speak it. I'm special."

"Baby's can speak it," Alexa looked at him trying to muster something, "I can speak it. Anyone can speak it."

"Not anyone," he said, grinning. "Mute people can't speak it. Dead people can't speak it. Obviously."