Flagg admitted he admired the creature for accompanying him on this trip. A smirk was etched to those painted lips at the words. He responded with the slightest bitterness in his gravelly tone, “Thank ya kindly, sai.” Had it not been for the calamitous results of this super-flu, the creature would have happily remained put in Maine. As much as he didn’t revel in these circumstances, he had the Dark Man to be at least somewhat grateful for. If at least for his guidance. Earth was rather unfamiliar—even larger in scale—than the creature cared to concede.
For an individual whom had seemed short-spoken, even silent for the majority of their little road trip, Randall Flagg was abundant with information to convey. Speech was serving a better means of communication and understanding than solely confiding in his ability to seep into one’s mentality. Flagg had this exceptional competence to keep his thoughts undisclosed in the presence of the creature—perhaps that would have served him better in a previous time, when that particular King’s offspring was present.
Pennywise found himself rather astonished by this information, that this very capable man striding alongside him was temporarily disposed of by some lesser being—at least, he assumed this was the case. The creature could relate. He had experienced death before, but only once. The first instance felt that way, but it was more or less serious damage. Said death was followed by a number of occurrences in the miniscule city of Derry, Maine. Something stuck out when the man had briefly explained this instance. It seemed to flash in and out of his mentality. Somehow, the image of a spider had become present as the man spoke of this obstacle.
How intriguing… ironic, even.
However, there was a plethora of intriguing statements made as he went on with his speech. The very mentioning of the Turtle perked the creature’s bulbous head. There was an eminently sour taste left in his mouth. It would appear both beings held some sort of disdain for Maturin, at least it seemed that way when his company had referred to the Creator as: an old, kind son of a bitch that I despised. “You and I both…” Muttered the creature between the speech of his company, eyes leering ahead as they continued forth, remaining attentive to his words. Only when he had finished did the creature speak up again.
“It does answer a good number of questions,” He agreed nimbly, clearly enlightened, “—and now I understand your position a little better, too. Here I was thinking you weren’t all that significant.” Admitted the creature, quite candidly. Howbeit, that tongue had uttered far more vulgarity in its time. A low chuckle was given. “Terribly rude of Me, I know… but I’d like to be honest with you.” Such a feat was rare, given how deceitful the creature could be. But there was no telling if Pennywise was really sincere with those words.
Silver eyes shifted, lowered to his company. A gloved hand cordially patted the denim-clad shoulder, painted lips grinning. “You’ve been exceptionally honest with Me, so I ought to return the favor, yes? What kind of friendship would this be without that, eh pally?”
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