There was just a white page, with the word "Google" on it. Desmond's lips curled in a soft frown as he tilted his head at it. "They spelled it wrong." He said with a light frown as he looked at the box for searching. This was a search engine, and thusly he needed to search for something. Calmly he typed 'girls desire' into the box to see what would come back. When nothing happened, he realized he probably had to click on one of the buttons in the box. Pausing a little, he nodded and clicked the 'I'm Feeling Lucky' button. He actually... kind of was.
"Girls of Desire..." Desmond mused as he watched as a page loaded in front of him, his eyes growing bigger and bigger as he saw what was on the page. Pictures of women... without clothing... in the midst of love making and...
Desmond shut his laptop firmly, his cheeks flushed as he looked around guiltily, and then quietly walked out of the computer lab, and was in front of his door in a matter of moments when he noticed a note that had been left for him. He picked it up as he stepped inside, walking into his room, opening up the computer and closing the internet browser, mentally vowing never to touch it again. Then he opened the note, smiling a little as he read it, though he felt a pang of trepidation. Usually when one did not see you for days and wanted to meet you officially it was something of a bad sign. Or it had been, when last he had done such things as this.
He paused as he got outside under the darkness of the sky, looking for a moment towards Beth's dorm room. A part of him wanted to go there, to see if she was alright. He had stopped going though, making his trips less and less frequent until he'd stopped altogether. For some reason it felt like it was unfair to Raina to have him looking out over another. And really, Beth would be fine... in this day and age there were so many protections against evil people... that and there was no trace of the person who seemed to have been stalking her before... Desmond was being silly and he knew it.
In a blur of moment, he was there where Raina was. He could have approached her noiselessly, but instead he let his boots crunch lightly against the grass to announce he was there, so as to not sneak up and startle her. He was wearing a form fitting black t-shirt as well as a dark pair of jeans and a long black duster that flowed around him nearly like a cloak, save for the arm holes which had his hands, covered in black leather gloves as always there.