This scene came to be what it is because MHF92 isn't letting me live down the whole "is that good" line from the original story, and when we were doing laundry she was running around the cellar screaming "DANNY LET'S DO LAUNDRY"…so this is how that happened. If it isn't obvious that Vlad is OOC…then someone must be nuts, because he pretty much is. I mean, no one would hear the guy talk in a squeaky voice at all!
Squeaky Voices and Laundry
When talking to a pet or a small child, one would use a high pitched voice. It was the only thing that would get through to them, but Vlad absolutely refused to use it. If a person wanted to get a child to talk in their own voice instead of the ear-bleeding squeaky voice, then they should talk to them in their normal tone. He had made the wrong choice doing that.
Danny wouldn't even bother to acknowledge Vlad for the past hour, seeming to be drifting off into space. At one point though, he had crawled up onto the man's lap. Currently, the infant was tugging on the red tie around Vlad's neck, attempting to get it into his mouth. Vlad shook his head and grabbed the tie, removing it from his white undershirt.
"No, no, Daniel. Will you ever learn?" Vlad cocked an eyebrow and smirked, but the smirk fell quickly seeing a blank stare returned to him. Danny was thick-headed alright; he reached out to grab the red silk again.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Vlad placed Danny on the floor to play with any of the toys that were left from not being cleaned up, and headed over to his bookcase. Hearing no babbling or cries for attention, he set his sights on a bright purple book, with what seemed to have a faint glow around it. Grabbing it and flipping through it quickly, Vlad grew bored and put it back.
Sure, the book was interesting; it was all about the Ghost Zone. Vlad found it one day in a library when exploring the world of the dead. He never got caught taking it, and has yet to be caught. That was a few months ago, so he was in the clear about getting it taken back. After a brief moment of thinking over that memory, a thought crawled into his head.
After bath time and being forced to change into dry clothes, Vlad realized the he had little to no clean clothes in his draws. Oh boy, he needed to do some laundry. He never realized it at first; he was not the type of person to go off slacking when it came to cleaning. He was positively a neat freak, after spending all the time in a messy dorm room and always being the one to clean it. Sighing and picking Danny up from playing with a stuffed dog, he walked down the hallway into a washroom.
Setting Danny on the washer, Vlad grabbed the hamper that was filled beyond the top, dumped it out and started to separate it. Darks with darks, lights with lights, towels with towels, so on and so on. When he finished he had about five piles. He looked up to see Danny bouncing lightly on the large appliance, gurgling softly to himself. Standing up and lifting the infant into the air, he smirked.
"How would you like help with laundry little badger?" Vlad asked, getting nothing but another blank stare. He was getting tired of that, so swallowing his pride and clearing his throat, Vlad started to talk in a high pitched voice, something you'd never think would leave his mouth.
"Oh Danny, let's do laundry!" He practically squealed like a little girl, but managed to get a reaction out of the boy. Danny giggled and waved his arms, amused by the tone of voice the older hybrid was using.
Vlad set Danny on his shoulders as he started to load up the washer with clothes, still talking in the high voice.
"Is this fun?" Vlad said, making Danny squeal with delight and tug on his pony tail. He was surprised the Danny didn't rip if off of his head with the force he had. Gasping at the pain, he shook his head, loading up the last shirt into the appliance.
Filling the cover to the laundry detergent and pouring it onto the clothes then doing the same with the fabric softener, he turned it on and placed Danny back onto the washer, laughing at how the boy squeaked at the sudden vibrations. He sidestepped to check if the dryer had anything it in, which it did, and started folding. Finding a sock, he slipped it on his hand and moved it close to Danny's face.
"Hello! Are you having fun?" Vlad was still speaking in the high pitched voice, almost enjoying using it. Danny started laughing and reached out for the socked hand, grabbing the white cloth and pulling it off Vlad's hand. He pretended to be shocked and make a small screeching noise, one that would most likely break a window, but thankfully there wasn't any in the room.
"My clothes, my clothes!" Vlad made his hand lunge at Danny to grab the sock, getting a squeak out of the boy as he managed to take it away. Once getting the sock back, he stuck his arm into the dryer to get the remaining articles of clothing and folded them an empty basket on a shelf.
Looking back at Danny, Vlad noticed that his eyes were drooped slightly. Getting closer to the boy, he thought he heard soft purring coming from him. He started laughing; Danny must like the vibrations coming from the washer! Scooping him up in his arms, Vlad walked back into his living room, and sat on a plush chair, rocking Danny lightly.
"Was that fun Danny, hmm? I bet it was!" He gasped and covered his mouth. Oh man, this wasn't good, his voice was still squeaky.
His voice was stuck like that!
This was more fun writing then I had expected it to be.
