[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Arena
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	Arthur watched Leda carefully, and nodded. He didn't know if she was telling him a lie to comfort him or not, but he did know that, [i]broadly[/i] people here did what they could to ensure mutual survival, and so it was an attempt to help him in some way. He took it at face value, and said, "[color=4286f4]Chocolate sounds good, thank you Leda.[/color]" He said, before turning more of his attention on Andy. He made small circles on her hand with his thumb, and exhaled. He really didn't have a way to convince her things would be fine, because he himself wasn't convinced of that.

	Arthur gave a surprised look as the puppy materialized out of nowhere. The quiet, slightly paranoid part of his mind was worried that this was some sort of god or magic thing that'd be watching them and waiting to screw them over, but the much louder, 12 year old part of his brain wanted to pet the very very cute dog. Arthur very quickly responded to Andy with, "[color=4286f4]If nobody claimed him in the next minute, he's ours forever.[/color]", before scratching behind the ears of the mystery dog. Dogs were soft and cute and good, and he wanted very much for this to just be an easy thing.