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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Arena
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Arthur winced at the loud noise, be fire matching Andy's gaze and rolling his eyes along with her. He really would miss tbis, the two of them seemed so.... disconnected from the rest of the group, like they had this seperate world and experience, and that there was comfort in that. He would miss that most of all, he thought, and that this wasn't something that was going to be replaced by having new friends with the people he'd be questing with. 

He exhaled, bowling this would pass. He didn't particularly want to deal with other people's problems right now, and he knew that might be selfish, but he didn't care. This was the last little bit of time he'd be getting with Andy, and he was going to enjoy every second of it that he could. He stayed quiet, and hoped that Andy didn't think too little of him for not wanting to intervene, and instead ace itched the ears of Chocolate.