"Wha-?" Donnie blinks and starts trying to try bringing up, well, anything on the tablet. "Oh no, nonono- Dustin? Hey? Hello..?"
His eyes drift to the surroundings, the notably vanished way in. It's even more unsettling now that he's actually standing in the room, alone without even the place's supposed host available to speak to.
"...I hate this."
He hugs the tablet to his chest as he gives the room a once-around, trying to find any hidden seams, nope, nothing. A trap in a bookstore, how dirty! Who does that?!
Donnie's eyes finally look to the books, the only other occupants in the room. He steps over to them, frowning like he could place the blame on them for locking him in here, but his brow softens as he reads the titles. Like those don't say enough. There are plenty of books Donnie's never really cared to try reading but these specifically feel off-limits and yet he has the feeling he won't get anywhere else if he doesn't crack at least one of them open.
He sets the tablet down gently on the table, looking at those titles again before heaving a sigh. He has no right to see any of these. Given how secluded these are, he doesn't think they're going to be any light subjects. The title Betrayal just seems more condemning every time he looks at it.
"Just reiterating- not my idea to do this but it seems I'm left with no other choice. ...I'm sorry Dustin."
Donnie's hand passes over the covers, pausing over the last before moving back to the first, easing the book from the pile and after taking in a deep breath, he carefully opens the book entitled Earliest Memory.
no subject
His eyes drift to the surroundings, the notably vanished way in. It's even more unsettling now that he's actually standing in the room, alone without even the place's supposed host available to speak to.
"...I hate this."
He hugs the tablet to his chest as he gives the room a once-around, trying to find any hidden seams, nope, nothing. A trap in a bookstore, how dirty! Who does that?!
Donnie's eyes finally look to the books, the only other occupants in the room. He steps over to them, frowning like he could place the blame on them for locking him in here, but his brow softens as he reads the titles. Like those don't say enough. There are plenty of books Donnie's never really cared to try reading but these specifically feel off-limits and yet he has the feeling he won't get anywhere else if he doesn't crack at least one of them open.
He sets the tablet down gently on the table, looking at those titles again before heaving a sigh. He has no right to see any of these. Given how secluded these are, he doesn't think they're going to be any light subjects. The title Betrayal just seems more condemning every time he looks at it.
"Just reiterating- not my idea to do this but it seems I'm left with no other choice. ...I'm sorry Dustin."
Donnie's hand passes over the covers, pausing over the last before moving back to the first, easing the book from the pile and after taking in a deep breath, he carefully opens the book entitled Earliest Memory.