by Will Stanton » Mon Jun 19, 2017 10:08 pm
After some success -- and a smash upside the head -- the last time he hid in Sam and Tereza's room, Will was at it again.
His first attempt had taught him a couple things:
1) The thing he was replacing couldn't be left somewhere where people would find it. That was a dead giveaway
2) The best time to slip in was when they would be coming back after a long day; while he had gotten better at hiding his telepathic presence, if Sam was expecting him; he'd be toast. And not in a fun way.
3) Tereza was all bark and no bite, or else she would have used that screwdriver. He'd have to try to get her goat a little more. Were-wolf? More like were-chicken.
He'd have to remember that one; that one was pretty good, he chuckled to himself.
So, the game was afoot. Another electronic device? No, they may be expecting that, this time -- and while Sam hadn't fiddled for too long, apparently, there was a switch that caused his voice to override the sounds on the radio/speakers/whatever. That was probably psychosomatic -- a side-effect from being deprived communication for so long floating through space? Something to talk about with a therapist at some point. Either way, that was a dead giveaway.
Nail clippers had worked out fine, but again, that's something they might expect now, and who uses nail clippers regularly? No, no, he could get stuck in the drawer for weeks, and he had a party to go to with Shane. Sure, he could always shift back and walk out, but it's not really a victory if there's never a chance to be discovered, right?
It was cold outside, being December and all. Sam's apartment back in the DOWER house had had a nice fireplace, but dorm rooms don't get that luxury, so there wasn't a log or something he could easily replace. Something warming, however, might well be what the doctor ordered here -- though Tereza had her own fur coat, and Sam could as well, if'n she wanted, so the cold would effect them less than some others in the dorm.
Coffee machine? No guarantee they would use it before going out and about during the day. Similarly, a sweater or gloves or something could stay back in the closet for days, and he didn't have that time at the moment. A candle? Who uses candles for heat anymore; this wasn't Dickenzian England
So...
Will quickly stripped their bed, removing the blanket between the sheets and top comforter. He emptied their hamper, shoving the blanket all the way down to the bottom, and flopping any dirty clothes he could find on top of it -- after all, who digs deep into their laundry on a regular basis? Satisfied that it was well hidden -- though it made the hamper a little too full -- he returned to the bed, stretching his form out as he wrapped himself around the mattress, sliding up the comforter over his flattening and vanishing head as he did so. The perfect hiding spot!
...It was entirely possible he hadn't really thought this one all the way through.