Who: Alfred F. Jones ( will be "buried alive" )
What: [On autopilot] Eating hamburgers and walking around the room
Where: Dorm common room
When: Friday Night
Why: Tomorrow is the dreaded day...
[This is so bad. He should have done something during the week.
Alfred did not know he could go on auto-pilot, until he did it last Monday to ask two amazing girls out, a few days ago when he glomped Arthur and earlier today, when he bought almost a bag full of burgers.
He cannot believe he is such a big jerk.
He has thought of several solutions for this, most involving another player: one of his doubles, Matthew or any of Matthew's doubles. But he hasn't asked any of them at all.
He stuffs himself with another burger before going around the common room again, just thinking.]
EDIT: (( ooc: Fast thread because... I will focus on the next thread more than this when Saturday comes~ and it's already Friday night here. OTL *feels rushed* ))