ooc: Alf_shall_rise, read the forum rules, then read the first post of this thread. No random characters are allowed and your character needs some sort of backstory, even if it's very brief.
IC:
Krik didn't return the smile. He didn't like polite muds any more than he liked any other muds. If anything they were worse, because they started acting above ther position, as if they thought themselves of equal intelligence with better creatures (say for example, vykkers).
Still, now he'd got this thing tagging along behind him there wasn't much he could do about it, and at least it meant he could keep the thing out of trouble.
"Follow me, then." He said sharply, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable after doing so for some reason.
A short walk later up a flight of stairs brought them to the front of Arnie's office. Krik cleared his throat officially and knocked on the door.
(ooc: Arnie's not in the office so we can expect an awkward silence about now).
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