IC: “Hmm… well, I suppose it would both help and damage my current position” Ark said in a matter of fact tone, looking up at the female mudokon, “I am under official employment of this facility. Though, admittedly, I do not much enjoy it in this cage. So to answer your question… sure, why not, it’s not like I’m going to go far and I would rather not be enclosed.”
Ark smirked as he contemplated his position, and now knew (due to whom he was getting help from) that the indeed were starting to send Arnie the rejects or the experiments; ‘I mean how many female muds are in this place’ he thought to himself, though the novelty was already wearing off.
“Spring me,” he said to her, getting to his feet with renewed energy, his tattoos again catching more light than usual.
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