"Sometimes?" Arsen sniffed. "My ideas are always wonderful. I bet the world would be a changed place if people took me seriously. I don't understand why they can't!" He reverted to his childish sniffling, fake of course, but realistic nonetheless.
"I think if people took you seriously we would all be screwed," Alexa snorted ignoring his sniffling, "I mean, given how expensive your tastes are, a lot of people would probably end up broke."
"Please. One of my ideas would be to make sure there are no rich people anymore. I think if all the wealth was distributed around the world equally, things would be better." Arsen was mostly joking when he said this, his childish act immediately gone.
"Ah, communism," Alexa nodded with eyes closed and a slight smirk falling onto her face. She peeked one eye open to look at him, "I am all behind that."
"Excellent. World domination sounds like fun for you, then? Would you like to join me?" Arsen held out his hand to her, a smirk on his face. "Taking over the world seems like a wonderful solution. Nothing could go wrong."
Alexa grinned back and took his hand before deciding to pull him abruptly close. Her grin settled to a smirk as she shook his hand once, "Sounds like a great plan! Especially if I'm on your side."
"You'll always be on my side," Arsen said. "We're friends, after all. It's what we do." The pronouncement was solemn, but he was grinning. "Ready for world domination, then?"
Alexa's smile seemed to grow at his statement. She was astonished he would willingly call her a friend, but of course, that was what they were. And him acknowledging that made her day, "Always. Glad to see you admit we're friends."
"Well, I only admit things when I know that it can be used to manipulate someone, so…" Arsen trailed off, grinning at her. "Maybe we're not actually friends, and I'm just lying to you."
Alexa gasped as she put her hand on her chest. She figured based on his grin and current demeanor that he was joking, but damn it would hurt if he wasn't, "You would never! Besides I would never fall for such blatant lies, you're telling the truth."
(42 pages of this beautifulness lol)
"Maybe I am lying," Arsen said, looking at her with mock seriousness. "After all, I'm too perfect to make friends with a midget." He knew how much it would make her fume, and a grin twitched onto his lips just thinking about it.
(And it is oh so beautiful lol)
"Why you," Alexa started letting her anger get the better of her. She stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath trying not to take it out on him, "I am not a midget. And you are my friend, you've made that very clear."
(I feel like there was a plot at first and now it's just… this. Which is even better lmao)
She was starting to get mad. Arsen wasn't sure if he should laugh or stop teasing her. Maybe both? He shrugged. "Fine. A few inches above. What was the height for a legal midget, 4'10"? I can never remember things like that."
(Plot what was that? Lol)
Alexa felt her face burn in a mix of rage and something else. She poked his chest ever so slightly as she swore at him, "Take that back you hijo de puta! I am not a midget! And if you don't I will punt you into the sun."
(It's a myth, obviously)
"If your tiny legs have that much strength," Arsen said, grinning at her. He heaved the grocery bags over one arm and unlocked the door to their hotel/apartment-thing and motioned in. "Ladies first."
"The smaller things normally pack a bigger punch ya know?" Alexa retorted almost cleverly as she entered the room before him carrying her own set of bags because she refused to let Arsen carry them all, "And I am nowhere near a lady."
"Who says smaller things packed a bigger punch?" Arsen asked, following after her and stepping into the room, shutting the door behind him and setting the bags down on the counter. "You don't look like you have much space for any power to go to help with that punch."
"It's literally a common saying! Have you never heard it?" Alexa asked him back before both setting down her bags and sitting on the counter. She looked over at Arsen, "Ya know how bullets are super tiny but they hurt like hell when at a high enough speed? Basically, due to the smaller area of impact, it can do a lot more damage with enough power."
"Well, yes, but that implies that there has to be enough force behind the bullet to actually hurt what it hits. If I threw a bullet at you right now, would it penetrate your organs? Shatter your bones? No. It wouldn't. So that saying is dumb." Arsen crossed his arms, looking at her smugly,
"Oh really? Do you want to test your theory about the saying being dumb and let me punch you?" Alexa said hopping off the counter and cracking her knuckles in an overly exaggerated way. She was trying to indicate that she was just joking.
"I mean, sure." Arsen spread out his arms, trying to be an open target. "I don't think you'll manage much, though." He knew from the glint in Alexa's eye and her dramatic movements that she was joking, but he liked teasing her, and so he feigned ignorance.
"If you think you can take it than sure," Alexa got into a ready position to punch him as hard as she physically could. Which given her training and previous fights, was pretty damn hard. Her movements were lazy and she was clearly taking this all in jest while still being somewhat serious, "Last chance to back out."
"Thank you for the chance, but I don't think my ego can take it," Arsen replied with a light smirk, arms falling back to his sides. He noted the hardness in her posture, the half mocking, half serious look in her eyes, and let a little of his energy curl around his hands, which he hid in his pockets. Better to be safe than sorry. He trusted Alexa, yes, but still…
Alexa relaxed after he did. She wasn't going to punch him if he didn't want her to. Besides this was all for fun and games. She gave a little smile to him, "Fair enough. Wouldn't want to bruise your ego any more than I already have."
"You would never bruise my ego!" Arsen protested. "My ego is too strong to be hurt by the likes of you." As soon as he noticed that she had relaxed, he did as well, fingers going back to normal. He pulled them out of his pockets and walked over to the minifridge, pulling a soda out of it and offering it to her. "Want one?"