Voice of Desirae: Part 3
NoV: Toldja I'd update quicker this time!
Desirae: *pokes her nose*
NoV: Oh, of course not, sweetie. I'd never let you get eaten by trolls.
Desirae: (raises an eyebrow)
**
Malcolm approached Desirae's bedroom once again. He knocked on her door, noticing a big sticker that simply said, "Caution."
Receiving no answer, he said, "Desirae? Uh, it's me. Can I come in?" As he began to turn the knob, he heard footsteps pounding toward the door, and a sudden weight pushed against it, forcing it closed. "Okay," he said, understanding. "I'll wait a minute." The pressure on the door ceased. "Kind of a strange time to get bashful, though, isn't it?"
Malcolm heard the rustling of clothes, and soon the door was opened, to reveal Desirae standing behind it, wearing a long blue skirt and a ruffly white blouse.
"Well," Malcolm said, strangely," I wanted to say goodbye before I left. It'll probably be awhile before I see you again, and...."
Desirae looked heartbroken. She held up her black purse, and pointed at her feet, to show that she was wearing boots. She reached over and patted his neck, resolutely.
Malcolm, suddenly grasping what she was trying to tell him, said, "Your mom told you I would take you out for lunch, didn't she?"
Desirae nodded, her eyes big and sad.
Malcolm sighed. "Let's go."
**
Ian Malcolm and Desirae walked out of the apartment building and approached his car. Unbeknownst to Malcolm, Desirae's eyes had lit up as soon as she saw his sporty red convertible. When he pulled his keys out of his pocket, Desirae held out her hand, nodding fiercely at him, a big smile in place.
"What?" he asked. "You don't want to drive, do you?" She nodded. "Oh, honey, I don't know....."
But, she had already pried the keys away from him, and jumped into the driver's seat. Malcolm didn't have any choice but to follow his controlling daughter into the car.
He put on his seatbelt, something he rarely did, and said, "Now, please drive slowly, Desirae."
She cranked the car and drove onto the road. As she continued to drive, she tried to tune the radio to her favorite station, glancing at the other cars she passed occasionally. Frustrated when she couldn't figure out the radio, she began to focus all of her attention on it.
Malcolm however put his whole attention into the road, in particular the brown Buick they were slowly moving toward.
"Shit! Desirae!!" he yelled, grabbing the steering wheel and narrowly avoiding the oncoming traffic. The man driving the Buick honked at them as they passed.
Satisfied that she had found her favorite station, Desirae turned up the volume and began to concentrate on driving again.
When she heard, "--you cumin' out the side of your face. We tapping right into your memory banks—"she smiled ecstatically and patted Malcolm on the shoulder. This was her favorite song. She began to mouth the lyrics, and moved her shoulders to the beat. "But I know y'all wanted the 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass. But I know y'all wanted the 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass. I like the waaaay you move. I like the waaaay you move (Whoo- o-o!). I love the waaaay you move. I love the way, I love the way."
Malcolm sighed. "I will never understand your culture. Hell, I barely understand mine."
**
NoV: Yayness for chappies that get done! (loves herself)
NoV: Toldja I'd update quicker this time!
Desirae: *pokes her nose*
NoV: Oh, of course not, sweetie. I'd never let you get eaten by trolls.
Desirae: (raises an eyebrow)
**
Malcolm approached Desirae's bedroom once again. He knocked on her door, noticing a big sticker that simply said, "Caution."
Receiving no answer, he said, "Desirae? Uh, it's me. Can I come in?" As he began to turn the knob, he heard footsteps pounding toward the door, and a sudden weight pushed against it, forcing it closed. "Okay," he said, understanding. "I'll wait a minute." The pressure on the door ceased. "Kind of a strange time to get bashful, though, isn't it?"
Malcolm heard the rustling of clothes, and soon the door was opened, to reveal Desirae standing behind it, wearing a long blue skirt and a ruffly white blouse.
"Well," Malcolm said, strangely," I wanted to say goodbye before I left. It'll probably be awhile before I see you again, and...."
Desirae looked heartbroken. She held up her black purse, and pointed at her feet, to show that she was wearing boots. She reached over and patted his neck, resolutely.
Malcolm, suddenly grasping what she was trying to tell him, said, "Your mom told you I would take you out for lunch, didn't she?"
Desirae nodded, her eyes big and sad.
Malcolm sighed. "Let's go."
**
Ian Malcolm and Desirae walked out of the apartment building and approached his car. Unbeknownst to Malcolm, Desirae's eyes had lit up as soon as she saw his sporty red convertible. When he pulled his keys out of his pocket, Desirae held out her hand, nodding fiercely at him, a big smile in place.
"What?" he asked. "You don't want to drive, do you?" She nodded. "Oh, honey, I don't know....."
But, she had already pried the keys away from him, and jumped into the driver's seat. Malcolm didn't have any choice but to follow his controlling daughter into the car.
He put on his seatbelt, something he rarely did, and said, "Now, please drive slowly, Desirae."
She cranked the car and drove onto the road. As she continued to drive, she tried to tune the radio to her favorite station, glancing at the other cars she passed occasionally. Frustrated when she couldn't figure out the radio, she began to focus all of her attention on it.
Malcolm however put his whole attention into the road, in particular the brown Buick they were slowly moving toward.
"Shit! Desirae!!" he yelled, grabbing the steering wheel and narrowly avoiding the oncoming traffic. The man driving the Buick honked at them as they passed.
Satisfied that she had found her favorite station, Desirae turned up the volume and began to concentrate on driving again.
When she heard, "--you cumin' out the side of your face. We tapping right into your memory banks—"she smiled ecstatically and patted Malcolm on the shoulder. This was her favorite song. She began to mouth the lyrics, and moved her shoulders to the beat. "But I know y'all wanted the 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass. But I know y'all wanted the 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass. I like the waaaay you move. I like the waaaay you move (Whoo- o-o!). I love the waaaay you move. I love the way, I love the way."
Malcolm sighed. "I will never understand your culture. Hell, I barely understand mine."
**
NoV: Yayness for chappies that get done! (loves herself)