[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Arthur glared over towards Roman, making note that he'd have to get back at him later. Mona, however, apparently had very different plans, as she acted rashly to say the least. He appreciated Mona, but he felt as if her particular method of doing things lacked finesse, to put it kindly. He looked away as she smacked into the window, allowing himself a small smile. Say what you want about Mona, but she was effective, and good at sending a message. He was a bit worried about the ensuring rage that was sure to come, but he was certain he could brave it.

Clearing his throat, he quietly said ,"[color=4286f4]Thank you Mona.[/color]" Before standing, and walking towards the door. Stepping over the bat, he crossed into the now opened door. He simply smiled at Roman, before saying, "[color=4286f4]That was quite funny, I'm sure I'll be having a laugh later as well.[/color]" Keeping a good distance between the two of them, he turned back and waited to see the undoubted fury that was soon to come from the beast that is Coach Hedge. He worried about what was about to happen to Mona, but worst case scenario, she was expelled, and if that was the way to get out of here, it'd be hard to keep a bat out of Arthur's hands.