[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur kept himself from rolling his eyes; [i]of  course[/i] they knew normal dogs couldn't have chocolate. He didn't know whether or not hellhounds had that same restriction, it would take research; but he didn't want to experiment on his new puppy. Ruffling his ears, he had a cute idea, "[color=4286f4]I'm calling him a heckhound until he grows up and you are literally incapable of changing my mind.[/color]" He decided, placing the newly christened Chocolate The Heckhound down on the ground beside him. He was a little surprised by the fact that the dog had teleported into his hands, but he just put that in his mental list of tricks Chocolate knew.

	It was at that moment Arthur had an idea, but quietly refused to vocalize it, on the grounds that, if it worked, he didn't want to spread hope around. Looking down at their new pet, he quietly wondered how far the dog could travel like that, and whether or not anybody or anything could travel with him when he did that. Perhaps when he was older Arthur could take him and go anywhere he wanted, but for now, he only needed [i]one[/i] specific trick to work. He'd need to wait until they were older to actually went on their separate paths to test his idea, but for the first time in most of the night, he had hope.