Clemente
The massive creature snaps its head over to him as he croons, making him nearly jump out of his skin. Okay, fucking creepy. Still Clem is a stubborn boy, and continues edging closer with the jerky outstretched. If he loses a finger at least he can join the elite Ascended Amputees Club with the rest of his family, plus he'll have a cool story to tell. Jerky is snatched from his fingers quickly enough that if he were still human he'd probably have friction burn, but instead he merely blinks big eyes at the carnivorous raptor. "You're like, totally a dinosaur dude. You're so cool." Then his nose wrinkles, eyeing the bird awkwardly. "Or er...dinosaur miss? Dame? Whatever. Want more jerky?" Because talking to any living creature when you're a lonely street kid is pretty much par for the course. A habit he's still not fully broken of.
Digging for more jerky he offers it to the bird once more, wondering how long he can keep it there before it either eats his hand or flies off. Giving up the food is totally worth it to keep blatantly staring.
