[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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Arthur blinked as Aster blew the two of them a kiss. He certainly was an animated individual, much more open than himself. Unsure of the proper way of responding to such a gesture, he simply nodded back to him after a brief second. The news of monsters showing up at camp was a much more pressing matter. Though, he didn't know if he wanted to check that out. He could defend himself a bit better now, sure, but he also felt a level of apprehension. A pit in his stomach at going to see things that would actually want him dead. He felt safe at camp, but his first run in with them left him scarred.

He looked over to Mona, gauging her interest in heading over. If one thing was for certain, it was that he wouldn't be going without somebody he trusted. "[color=4286f4]If that's the case, um... do you wanna go and see if we can help?[/color]" He voice was less confident than usual, obvious that he wasn't eager by any means. He couldn't just stand by if people were needed to help, but frankly, he was looking for an excuse not to go. As dense as this week had been, it'd still only been a week, and as in control as he tried to be, he was still only twelve.