Voice of Desirae Part 9
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NoV: Oh-kay! Here's part 9! Don't forget to leave a review, please!
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The Tuesday before Ian Malcolm and his daughter Desirae were to leave for Ecuador, she faced a problem. Most of her clothes only consisted of different-length skirts and one pair of worn jeans that were getting too small for her. This posed a problem as it would be hard to travel wearing skirts all the time. And, if she was going to try hiking on Mount Chimborazo, a skirt would definitely not do her any good. She desperately needed some new clothes, and was sure that her now dearly-devoted father would buy her some if she could only get her point across to him.
She approached Malcolm while he was reading an editorial on Ecuadorian tourist attractions. He looked up from his reading and said, "Afternoon, Desirae. Did you want to eat out tonight, or shall I cook for us?"
She smiled politely and shook her head. She sat next to him on the couch, held a handful of her knee-length blue skirt, and shook it. She then released the skirt and drew a circle around her ankles with her index fingers.
Malcolm, genuinely confused, asked, "You want to go dancing?"
Desirae patted her cheek, smiling, and then shook her head. She got up and ran into her room, which Malcolm had converted from his exercise equipment room, and came back into the den with the blue jeans she had grown out of. She looked around the floor for a minute, and sat down beside him again carrying a plastic grocery store bag.
Malcolm was now trying very hard to make the connection and watched her every move intently. First, she held up the jeans against her waist and put a hand around her throat, as if to choke herself. She laid the jeans to the side of the couch. Desirae then reached into the laundry basket and grabbed a pair of Malcolm's jeans. She held out her palm and rubbed her thumb against the rest of her fingers. After that, she put his jeans in the plastic bag and smiled expectantly.
Malcolm looked at her with interest for a moment or two. She hoped against hope that he knew what she wanted for once. He smiled and said, "We could both use some new clothes. Let's go to the mall."
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Upon entrance to the enormous shopping plaza, Desirae immediately pulled Malcolm over to her favorite store, a very feminine cutesy store called Minnie's. Abandoning her father as soon as she made it inside, the teen began picking through racks searching for her sizes.
Malcolm tried his best not to touch anything terribly pink or ruffly. He kept his focus on trying to locate items that Desirae might be interested in. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see his daughter, her arms laden with the very kind of clothes he had tried his best to stay away from. She pointed toward a row of three dressing rooms and pattered off to try on her newfound treasures.
Malcolm sighed, having known that this sort of thing would take place. He made his way past the clothing fixtures and knocked on the door of the dressing room Desirae had disappeared into. Immediately afterward, she knocked back, he assumed to keep anyone from entering.
"It's just me, Desi," he said, leaning his back against the door. "Listen, don't you think you should be looking for clothes more suited for travel? I mean, the ones you picked look nice, but what you really need are some clothes that are made to move around and climb and all. I saw you looking through the magazines at rock climbing. If you want to do that sort of thing, you'll have to get clothes that can take wear and tear.....oh, and you'll need a bathing suit. The hotel has a pool and you'll want to swim when it's not raining."
He listened to the unlocking of the door. Desirae stepped cautiously out in her own clothes and smiled faintly.
"Let's go to the sportswear store," Malcolm suggested.
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NoV: YAI! Well, that's another one down. . Listen up, peeps! If you have any suggestions, comments, or criticisms, feel free to tell me! I'm open to anything!
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NoV: Oh-kay! Here's part 9! Don't forget to leave a review, please!
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The Tuesday before Ian Malcolm and his daughter Desirae were to leave for Ecuador, she faced a problem. Most of her clothes only consisted of different-length skirts and one pair of worn jeans that were getting too small for her. This posed a problem as it would be hard to travel wearing skirts all the time. And, if she was going to try hiking on Mount Chimborazo, a skirt would definitely not do her any good. She desperately needed some new clothes, and was sure that her now dearly-devoted father would buy her some if she could only get her point across to him.
She approached Malcolm while he was reading an editorial on Ecuadorian tourist attractions. He looked up from his reading and said, "Afternoon, Desirae. Did you want to eat out tonight, or shall I cook for us?"
She smiled politely and shook her head. She sat next to him on the couch, held a handful of her knee-length blue skirt, and shook it. She then released the skirt and drew a circle around her ankles with her index fingers.
Malcolm, genuinely confused, asked, "You want to go dancing?"
Desirae patted her cheek, smiling, and then shook her head. She got up and ran into her room, which Malcolm had converted from his exercise equipment room, and came back into the den with the blue jeans she had grown out of. She looked around the floor for a minute, and sat down beside him again carrying a plastic grocery store bag.
Malcolm was now trying very hard to make the connection and watched her every move intently. First, she held up the jeans against her waist and put a hand around her throat, as if to choke herself. She laid the jeans to the side of the couch. Desirae then reached into the laundry basket and grabbed a pair of Malcolm's jeans. She held out her palm and rubbed her thumb against the rest of her fingers. After that, she put his jeans in the plastic bag and smiled expectantly.
Malcolm looked at her with interest for a moment or two. She hoped against hope that he knew what she wanted for once. He smiled and said, "We could both use some new clothes. Let's go to the mall."
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Upon entrance to the enormous shopping plaza, Desirae immediately pulled Malcolm over to her favorite store, a very feminine cutesy store called Minnie's. Abandoning her father as soon as she made it inside, the teen began picking through racks searching for her sizes.
Malcolm tried his best not to touch anything terribly pink or ruffly. He kept his focus on trying to locate items that Desirae might be interested in. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see his daughter, her arms laden with the very kind of clothes he had tried his best to stay away from. She pointed toward a row of three dressing rooms and pattered off to try on her newfound treasures.
Malcolm sighed, having known that this sort of thing would take place. He made his way past the clothing fixtures and knocked on the door of the dressing room Desirae had disappeared into. Immediately afterward, she knocked back, he assumed to keep anyone from entering.
"It's just me, Desi," he said, leaning his back against the door. "Listen, don't you think you should be looking for clothes more suited for travel? I mean, the ones you picked look nice, but what you really need are some clothes that are made to move around and climb and all. I saw you looking through the magazines at rock climbing. If you want to do that sort of thing, you'll have to get clothes that can take wear and tear.....oh, and you'll need a bathing suit. The hotel has a pool and you'll want to swim when it's not raining."
He listened to the unlocking of the door. Desirae stepped cautiously out in her own clothes and smiled faintly.
"Let's go to the sportswear store," Malcolm suggested.
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NoV: YAI! Well, that's another one down. . Listen up, peeps! If you have any suggestions, comments, or criticisms, feel free to tell me! I'm open to anything!
Lo e (Love NoV)