"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."
"Okay, so not anyone," Alexa responded rolling her eyes. Her smile stayed on, "But most people can."
"Fair enough." He shrugged before straightening. "We should get ready for tomorrow. Tomorrow, we have to get ready to kill the guy we're supposed to." He made a face.
Alexa let out a sigh and tried to pull a hand through her hair. She didn't want to think about that, "Yeah, I guess we should. We're not getting out of this are we?"
"Probably not," he said, moving toward the fridge. He opened it and pulled out some leftover pizza before closing it again. "Unless you really think that we could."
"I mean," Alexa shrugged as she thought for a moment running plans through her head, "Instead of killing him we could just make him disappear?"
He took a bite of his pizza and tilted his head. "What do you have in mind?" He asked, after he had swallowed.
"Well, first make it look like we killed him," Alexa responded swinging her legs as she thought for a moment, "Then I make him disappear. Change his identity, yada yada, suddenly our target is dead and theirs a new guy who just happens to look kind of similar."
"We could," Arsen said, tapping his chin. "But what about security? The System will obviously be watching us. How could we get away with it?"
"I'm a Theif," Alexa reminded him disappearing for a moment before reappearing now standing next to him, "I make things disappear without notice all the time. Find an area with low security, or an already secured area bada bing bada boom everything's good."
"That might not work, though," he said. "The System has Theives, too. They watch us all the time. Surely you've felt them, right? They know our tricks. And if they find this out, then we're in trouble. I like the idea of saving the guy, but we'd need to have plans that would actually work when getting away from the System and keeping it a secret."