(corroux rubs his face with a singular hand as he's slumped against the wall of his apartment complex. it's dark out & just him outside⎯⎯⎯ as far as he's aware of.)
.. Right. First impressions can normally be gauged by conversations than just appearance. You are aware of this, yes?
(Corroux squints when Faust mimics him, frowning. He straighten his heads as his arms cross over his chest. Majority of the people he's *
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( * even the the small stare seemed to br studied under a microscope— the vigilante tilting his head almost as to mimic the other . )
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* when it's clear as to what he swears by? But it takes him a moment to think about it. His mouth opens before it closes. His brow twitches ever so slightly.
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆, 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒙?
“ I do not know what I believe. I only believe what I am taught. ”
“ I 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 believe in it if mine was fulfilled, no? ”
Corroux's eyes glance away to nothing important, absentminded as he thinks back. Memories flash quick & there was little that came to mind: the day his 'Father' told him that God was making Corroux one, the punishments, *
+ of this so-called cult, I suspect you don't believe in it either."
A faint smile crosses his face.
"Which makes me rather curious as to what you do believe."
& then the ritual. During them, his eyes casted down to the ground, unfocused before focusing to current times. He turns his head to face him.
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚?
It's a question he's never thought of before. Why would he need to be asked such a question *
Corroux stares at the cloaked stranger who only stares back, figuring out his identity. He makes no movement or sound while the silence lingers for too long. It's cut when it speaks. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. The entity that stands in front of him seems *
to know him well, but not by much. Corroux felt relieved that any tenseness he wasn't aware of had vanished. He shifts on his feet as his hands slip into his coat's pockets, unsure what to do with any part of his body.
“ A non—sense ritual, ” he answered. “ I was born to be *