Xaviers!

"Yes, definitely the 'kicking puppy' type," Will added to himself, re-entering the closet and closing it with a louder slam.

A couple hours later, Will is disturbed from his sulking by a knock on the door. A salty, savory smell wafts up from under it.

Will sniffed once, twice, three times -- what was it? Something salty -- salt, perhaps?

It smells somewhat of salted pork and... perhaps eggs?

Footsteps are retreating from the closet door, but the smell remains.

Will cracked the door, just a tad, to see what it was.

It's a brown paper bag, stained with grease, with a post-it note that says "HANGOVER CURE" in tightly-inked caps on it.

Will frowned, squatting over to open the bag and see what was inside.

Two roundish foil-wrapped objects, perhaps sandwiches, an order of thick, greasy chips (which is to say fries to heathens across the pond) and a small sealed tub of what looks to be some sort of gloppy liquid poorly impersonating cheese.

He peeked both ways down the hallway, trying to figure out the source of the Mystery Bag.

Will catches a glimpse of a tall, dark-haired woman just as she's rounding the corner out of sight.

Will frowned, again. Not exactly a trusted source for food, after their earlier encounter.

Then again, he couldn't just leave it here, cluttering up the hallway...


He picked the bag up, rolling it closed, compressing it as small as he easily could. Opening wide, he shoved the whole kit and kaboodle -- sandwiches, chips, cheese, tub, bag and note -- in his mouth, jaw distending and neck tendons stretching to inhuman proportions as he disposed of the contents.

After a while, the sound of footsteps stops outside the closet and there's the sound of someone sniffing the air. After what somehow sounds like a moment of confusion, Tereza opens the closet door, looking into its interior in distinct confusion. "Why do I smell fries?"

Dealing with Tereza was about 9,423rd on 'things Will wanted to do at the moment', and so he quickly shot *down*, shrinking to a few inches tall to try to avoid being seen by the werewolf.

Tereza's eyes narrow. The smell is still there. She begins rummaging through the various mops and things, trying to find the source of the smell if only to satisfy her curiosity about why the janitorial closet, of all places, smells like fries.

Tereza's nose was strong, and she was getting closer and closer.

Out of a sense of desperation, Will attempted to quickly shift again, into an abandoned tub of fries sitting propped up against the wall.

Tereza catches the motion out of the corner of her eye and turns her head to look at the fries. She frowns and glares at the fries, "This better not be another damned Skrull hiding around here. Didn't get to take out my frustration on the last ones, but I'll happily do it now."

The bag of fries sat there, an awful lot like a regular bag of fries. Had Tereza's eyes played tricks on her?

Tereza reaches out and picks up the fries, perusing them and giving them a closer sniff. There's several scents there and they're getting masked by the cleaners in the closet so she shuts the door and moves further away to give them a better overall look. "Who leaves a bag of fries in the closet? That's just a recipe for stink."

Free from the competing chemical scents, Tereza could get a good look at the bag o' fries. They smelled....well, they smelled mostly like fries, to be honest. A bit too greasy and a bit too salty for some peoples' tastes, but fries not withstanding. There was a faint whiff of...something just below the surface. Most people wouldn't pick up on it, and Tereza's human nose wasn't the ideal tool to investigate it. Even as a human, however, Tereza's experience with heightened senses ticked her brain here; something vaguely familiar.

She ponders that for a bit and then licks her lips, "The list of things or people this could be is a short one." She ducks into an empty classroom, setting the fries down on a desk. "If I have to shift to figure out who you are, I'm going to be put out. I've done enough shifting recently."

Tereza was intimidating, but Will was a stubborn ass. In a gamble between his shifting and Tereza's nose, he'd bet on himself.

Besides, Tereza might decide she's been a doof, and someone would catch her yelling at a bag of fries. That was worth betting on.

Tereza closes the classroom door and leans over, taking another good long sniff. "Okay, fine, you asked for it." She takes off her jacket as her eyes begin to go yellow.

As Tereza shifted, the scents became...more 3D, if that makes sense. The wolf's senses were on an entirely different level, able to pick up subtleties and information that no normal person could ever have detected.

Too much information, however, can sometimes be as bad as not enough information.

The fries smelled very good -- everything deep fried was good, and there was the faint after-effect smell of cheese and meat mixed in, presumably from the bag they had been delivered in. But that wasn't all. There were a number of smells mixed in there, too -- one lupine, and very familiar. One clay, and slightly less familiar. And then one...reptilian and wrong.

And then quite a bit of alcohol on top of everything else.

Fully shifted, she grips the desk and growls. She processes the scents and talking it harder in this form, but she manages a "You're not her." She sniffs again. "Will or Skrull. Which?"

There were three things Tereza could decide here -- either the fries were fries, they were WIll, or they were a Skrull. That was also the preferential order Will had for what Tereza would decide -- again, dealing with Tereza was low on his list of priorities.

However, with the Wolf apparently discarding the fry theory, that only left the other two options. Given Tereza's history with Skrulls, that seemed less than ideal. And so, forced into a corner, Will shifted back into something close to his normal form -- though he remained roughly the same size as the bag of fries, and his colors were a bit more muted than normal (though whether Tereza's WolfVision could catch that last bit, he had no clue.)

"So Will," she growls, watching him carefully. "Why closet?"

"What's wrong with the closet? It's as good as anywhere else; and centrally located, to boot."

She snorts and then her body wrenches itself back into a more human shape, which doesn't look at all pleasant, but sometimes you just need a human mouth. "Perhaps, but as a bag of fries?" She's not wearing much at all, having shed most of her outfit for the change, but that doesn't seem to bother her.

"That's what brought you looking in; I figured that would be the item that answered your questions the best...," he muttered.

"Except a bag of fries in the cleaning closet just raises more questions. Not to mention seeing movement beforehand."

"Well, those questions are more 'why are they here' and 'what should I do with them' more than anything else.

Or so I would have assumed. I miscalculated."

"I think I'm just extra on-edge right now," she says, "You still haven't answered my question about why you're in the closet and 'location, location, location' isn't going to fly."

"I think I did answer the question. It's centrally located and convenient.

Was there anything else?" he said, evasively.

Her eyes narrow and she begins to exude 'not amused', "Okay." A hand snatches out to pick him up, "If that's the way you want to be, I'll have to tear you away from your thrilling mop-front property to go talk to Sam for a bit."

Will tried to scurry along the desk, attempting to leap for the next one as Tereza reached out. Mobility! Leaping! Acrobatics!

Running from an edgy werewolf is probably not a thing one should do if one does not wish to be chased. She lunges after him, knocking desks out of the way as she goes.

Will staggered as he barely cleared the gaps between desks, and then fell again as Tereza bowled into the desk he had landed on. He rolled along side of it, onto the floor, where he tried to quickly regain his feet and weave under the seating, aiming for the teacher's desk at the front of the room.

There's the sound of cracking bones again as the wolf instincts take over a bit more. This, of course, makes it even easier for Tereza to bowl desks out of the way as she scrambles after Will, giant hands grabbing at him.

One swipe! A miss. Two swipes! A miss! Will was just about to the safety of the larger desk, zigging and zagging.

...But, you know. Wolves are good at hunting, and a giant hand came down and smacked into him, pinning him against the floorboards.

Tereza's muzzle rises over her hand, yellow eyes staring down at Will. "Got you." Her hand closes around him as she rights herself, casting a glance around the classroom that's now in disarray. She gives a slight shrug and goes to scoop up her clothes with her free hand.