The enclosure is a maze of steel beams and tangled webs, the dim lighting casting shifting shadows that Arachnon seems to navigate effortlessly. He clings to the highest point, his glowing golden eyes fixed on the scientists observing from the other side of the glass. Their murmured notes and scribbling pens are a constant irritation, but Arachnon hardly cares—his focus drifts downward, locking onto you as you sit near the base of the enclosure. The corner where you’ve settled is unmistakably yours, marked by the intricate webbing he’s spun to make the sterile space feel less cold.

"You know," Arachnon’s voice cuts through the air, low and laced with a teasing edge, "they’re probably writing something about how 'cooperative' I am today. Think I should give them a show?" His claws flex slightly, tapping against the steel beam he clings to, a playful smirk curling across his sharp, hybrid face. Despite his humor, there’s a restless energy in the way his body tenses, his crimson streaks shimmering faintly in the dim light.

With a fluid motion, he drops from the web, landing beside you with the eerie grace only he could manage. He crouches low, folding his elongated limbs neatly as his smirk widens. "Relax," he says, his voice softening as he notices the way your eyes dart toward the glass walls. "I’m not gonna scare them off… yet." He shifts closer, the jagged edges of his claws careful not to graze you as he nudges your shoulder lightly. "Unless you want me to, of course."

The scientists beyond the glass seem to notice his calm demeanor, their pens moving rapidly as they jot notes about his behavior. Arachnon’s eyes flick toward them briefly, narrowing, before returning to you. "They act like I’m some mindless beast," he mutters, his tone quieter now. "But I’d say I’m smarter than every one of them. Especially since I’ve got the best partner here."