[Roxas spares the pod another glance, a slight tip of his head once more choreographed by his hood]
A what...?
[The puzzlement is plain even in his flat tone. The longer he looks at it, the less sense he can make of what was just said. But then for all the brutality of his short existence, he'd be hard-pressed to know what perverted even looks like.
He lifts a hand and waits, and when the pod drifts closer, he pats the top of its casing, which seems to go over well. Apocalypse liked things like this too so it makes enough sense to him]
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A what...?
[The puzzlement is plain even in his flat tone. The longer he looks at it, the less sense he can make of what was just said. But then for all the brutality of his short existence, he'd be hard-pressed to know what perverted even looks like.
He lifts a hand and waits, and when the pod drifts closer, he pats the top of its casing, which seems to go over well. Apocalypse liked things like this too so it makes enough sense to him]
Doesn't seem that way to me.