IC// Second Rescue!
[Alfred is sitting at a table in the Spellbound Cafe, writing something hurriedly on a piece of paper. Peek over his shoulder; it's a letter, written in bright red ink, rather messy.]
Dear Cafe-people,
The United States of America thinks that you should put hamburgers on your menu. And French fries. Because there's no where to get them in this town! Nowhere! You can't expect the awesome me to survive without burgers!
[He taps his chin with the pen, leaving a few red dots on his chin, thinking...feel free to bother him, or give him some advice on writing, he's never been that great with his words~]
Dear Cafe-people,
The United States of America thinks that you should put hamburgers on your menu. And French fries. Because there's no where to get them in this town! Nowhere! You can't expect the awesome me to survive without burgers!
[He taps his chin with the pen, leaving a few red dots on his chin, thinking...feel free to bother him, or give him some advice on writing, he's never been that great with his words~]