[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Dining Pavilion[/center]
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Stepping into the pavilion, Arthur was looking forward to lunch. Having spent most of the morning practicing his necromancy, he'd worked up an appetite for sure. This was the most productive he'd felt in a good while, not having much of an outlet at the pathetic excuse for a school, he was happily taking advantage of the new freedoms afforded to him by this camp. While the summoning of the dead would not normally be considered healthy for anybody, it seemed to work for Arthur, it not being as profane as one might take disturbing the rest of the dead.

Seeing his sister had already found herself a place to sit, and considering he'd spent a good chunk of this week with her already, he decided to see about having lunch with somebody else. Somebody he'd let his relations slip with since coming here was Mona, and he thought it best to check in with her. If things were hard for him and Ash, he could only assume that the same would be true for her, especially considering her disposition towards the Goddess of Love. Grabbing some food and drink to sustain himself, he made his way towards Mona, sitting himself across from her. Shooting a small smile her way, he started. "[color=4286f4]Hey there, how's the week treated you?[/color]" He asked simply, as he dug into his food.