As Don read the contents of the prompt, Donald looked his way and thought, 'He must already be thinking of something that can get us out of this, I hope. Maybe I should ask what his powers are. But no, that would be too forward.' Donald shook off the idea and just sighed. Only when he did this did Don finally look away from the prompt, having already begun thinking of how exactly he could get revenge.
It was easier said than done.
"Still thinking about those guys?" Don asked, pretty sure that it was the reason Donald was looking so nervous and tired.
Donald sighed again and nodded, his posture a bit slumped though his gaze was alert as he kept looking side to side for anyone approaching. "I can't help it; I'm an overthinker. Hell, even just being late makes me anxious, dammit. What was I thinking? I should've just gone with it and saved us the trouble."
