[text: Cap ] No, but I come here even less.
He doesn’t know how to answer this because he already ate. Sighing, he tucks his phone away.
When Arthur didn’t text back, Alfred sighed. ‘He’s probably pouting…’ Yet, why did he care, or bother to keep glancing at his phone waiting for an answer? Finally the silence was too much.
[ text: 19 h isolation ] Theres an ice cream bar near where the blanket was if u want that.
Not like he was there or anything.