Christy/ine's Quarters-Day 47-Late Night (Private)
Donnie had been pacing in front of Nurse Chapel's door for five minutes. His hand was jittery as he held the container making a shkshkshk sound from the multicolored candy sprinkles inside. He didn't even know if she'd remember why the sprinkles mattered. She probably wouldn't get the reference at all.
Donnie had also been muttering to himself. He was detailing pros and cons at first. Then he was giving a verbal outline of an explanation if Christy, in fact, failed to get the reference of the sprinkles. Both of the monologues led to anxiety and neither conclusion was comforting. Especially discomforting was the "Donnie, you're scaring me. Stop throwing sprinkles in my hair" possibility.
He shook the container furiously. This wasn't that difficult! Surely there was a compromise. Perhaps he could just leave them in front of her door. If she saw them and was confused then Donnie was in the clear. She wouldn't know where they came from and might simply assume that it was a mistaken identity thing. Throw the sprinkles away and be done with it.
He had no idea how he ended up knocking on her door. The door was suddenly inches from his face and his knuckles rapped on the door of their own accord. He slapped his forehead. No one knocked on doors anymore! He chimed. Then he hesitated and knocked again. Knocking was quaint. Sane. Calm. Then he freaked out because he'd just knocked, chimed, and knocked! He chimed out of desperation. That meant he'd knocked, chimed, knocked, and chimed! He whimpered, closing his eyes and waiting for her to open the door and get this over with.
Donnie had also been muttering to himself. He was detailing pros and cons at first. Then he was giving a verbal outline of an explanation if Christy, in fact, failed to get the reference of the sprinkles. Both of the monologues led to anxiety and neither conclusion was comforting. Especially discomforting was the "Donnie, you're scaring me. Stop throwing sprinkles in my hair" possibility.
He shook the container furiously. This wasn't that difficult! Surely there was a compromise. Perhaps he could just leave them in front of her door. If she saw them and was confused then Donnie was in the clear. She wouldn't know where they came from and might simply assume that it was a mistaken identity thing. Throw the sprinkles away and be done with it.
He had no idea how he ended up knocking on her door. The door was suddenly inches from his face and his knuckles rapped on the door of their own accord. He slapped his forehead. No one knocked on doors anymore! He chimed. Then he hesitated and knocked again. Knocking was quaint. Sane. Calm. Then he freaked out because he'd just knocked, chimed, and knocked! He chimed out of desperation. That meant he'd knocked, chimed, knocked, and chimed! He whimpered, closing his eyes and waiting for her to open the door and get this over with.