[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	A perk of isolating himself from the shitshow that was happening over there was not having to deal with the stress, which Arthur appreciated, but the con was that he was now more detached from the goings on of the camp. He figured it could catch up in how own time, but he also needed to actually make friends that weren't Andy. He was firmly convinced that that was a problem for later, but it sat on the forefront of his mind. Maybe it was a teenager thing, and he just wasn't quite there yet, but all the drama seemed like a pointless thing for them to get caught up in when their lives were regularly put on the line.

	Inviting Demi over seemed like the decent middle ground between his want to spend time with Andy and his need to be aware of  what was happening with the people he lived with. Arthur nodded, and patted the ground next to him, he liked Demi, and would be more than happy to have him join them. "[color=4286f4]Yeah, we have a new puppy, we named him Chocolate, and you need to meet him.[/color]" Arthur said, a completely serious tone in his voice, as he picked up the dog and held it towards Demi, thinking it would take borderline superhuman amounts of self control to resist the siren call of a puppy.