Pennywise cocked IT’S head. Deer don’t normally play with wolves? What was she going on about? IT knew she wasn’t being literal, changing the topic to wolves and deer for no reason. No, she was obviously referring to the relationship between predator and prey.
But to Pennywise, hunt and play were the same thing so the statement Deer don’t normally play with wolves- prey doesn’t play with predator- made no sense.
The creature did sort of take offense to the idea of having to promise anything, “–No one makes any real effort for me why do I have to be the one to promise–?” A hunt didn’t always end in a meal, sometimes it was just good fun. Still, the monster dutifully produce IT’S pinkie finger, despite IT’S scowl and that nasty business earlier, IT had no current plans to eat Jenny.
She wasn’t Derry born, she might taste funny.
⌑ Jenny chewed her lip a moment, piecing together her approach. “Sometimes, some people’re just waitin’ for the ‘okay’.” Not incredibly metaphorical now. IT hadn’t responded to her little predator-prey analogy; did IT even acknowledge ITself as a predator? Did such a thought cross IT’s mind? Lions care not for the thoughts of sheep; yet IT had interacted with humans before and negative reactions had, one way or another, affected IT-- at least according to the information granted to Jenny.
⌑ “I know a whole lot’a kids in my class that wouldn’t talk to me ‘less I talk to ‘em first. But if ye promise-- and be sure to keep it-- maybe it’ll help other people relax ‘round ye. People don’t tend to easily make friends when they’re scared.” Gray eyes hesitantly scanned the offer pinkie, and her face turned resolute as she offered up her pinkie as well.
⌑ Making the first effort.
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