Leaning against the wall next to the door (she was smarter than to lean against the door itself), Gemma allowed herself the faintest of smiles. She could hear two voices, not one; than meant her suspicion was right. The skunk was Calley in all his shifter glory, probably inside her aura for a brief moment, just enough to turn him back into human.

She'll just let the two boys deal with each other for a while.

"Nice of you to stop by, Hokee" she called out in a cheerful voice "Not quite the pet I had in mind, but I appreciate the effort. I am sure you have met Caleb. He's a student of mine, and also quite the skilled animal shifter. Long time no see, Calley. I was waiting for you to show up again."

This was completely unjust. Unfair. Unacceptable.

>> "Long time no see, Calley. I was waiting for you to show up again."

"Hey!" The shifter protested, somewhat wheezingly. As it turned out, Perfumed Tigers were less pleasantly scented when one was back to being a mere human. "I've been around! I'm not even failing my classes this semester!"

Sure he wasn't necessarily using his Mansion room, except to leave the window cracked open so he could sneak in any time he wanted. He might not be eating in the dinning hall, either, but that was just because he kept raiding the fridge moments before Ms. Dumond needed those five pounds of raw meat for everyone else's dinner. He'd even stopped by to visit Ms. Taylor—but she'd been so busy with her cop boyfriend that he'd felt bad about bothering them, and just quietly stolen the man's badge instead.

"I have been skunknapped," he said, glaring at a certain teenager. "Open the door, New Guidance Counselor."

Before he got desperate enough to say 'please,' please.

That stupid adapt! This woman was going to be the death of him someday. How was he to know that the skunk he found was really a mutant, let a lone one that actually knew where he was. Did the skunk know this the whole time, wait....Caleb....what kind of skunk name was that. Pepe would have fit better or some real Frech name....like Michelle, but as a dude name. Didn't French people do silly stuff like that, name the guys names that sounded like a girl name but really it wasn't. To complex honestly.

While the skunk guy, or Caleb (skunk seemed to fit him better), went towards the door, Hokee started to shift his away from him and the door towards the window. He didn't want Taylor's hands on him and her face wasn't exactly what he wanted to see. Here he thought he'd get her good, let loose a skunk in her office, but no...she was getting the laugh this time. He was not going to be outsmarted by her, not today. Yeah, there was a door to get out, and from the looks of it they were locked in the office, but he knew there were other options...like jumping out of windows!

"Damn woman." Wait....if she locked them in there, he could raid her desk, look for some good stuff. He might not be old, but he certainly wasn't an idiot. To the desk! Rummaging through what he could, he was in search for anything of worth. Cash would be great, credit cards, keys to cars...."Idiot don't let her in." Paper clips, what in the world did the woman need with seven boxes of paper clips?

>>"Hey! I've been around! I'm not even failing my classes this semester! I have been skunknapped! Open the door, New Guidance Counselor."

"In due time" she answered, trying to not sound too cheerful about it "I think I'm going to give you time first to think about all this. Then I'm going to go find someone who knows how to clean up the skunk stink. You wouldn't know that, Caleb, would you?"

>>"Damn woman. Idiot don't let her in."

Oh, so Hokee was already up to something.

"I am a guidance counselor in a school for mutants" she pointed out "Do you really think I would keep important stuff where kids can get to it? Please. Was that the reason why you brought the skunk in, or is that just a recent idea?"

>> "Idiot don't let her in."

...Let her in? Really? Really?

"She's the one who locked us in here. You do know that, right?" Not to be confused with him, or with him having the capacity to just waltz over to the office door and 'let her in.' Calley rather thought that the look on his face embodied his sentiments, without resorting to petty name-calling. Idiot.

Idiot in the desk, rummaging. Right. Because the woman wouldn't know who did it? That was not how smart people went about screwing with the Guidance Counselor's filing system.

"Are you really...? No. No, I am... not taking responsibility for this." There was really no use talking to the guy, when there was only one other intelligent life form around. Calley raised his voice. "Did you hear that, New Guidance Counselor? I am not taking responsibility for what my kidnapper does to your desk and personal effects while you persist in this immature course of action."

He crossed his arms, in a very mature manner, and lowered his voice for the punk kid's hearing pleasure.

"If you find any clothes..." Yeah. Because he was pretty sure he wasn't the only male in this room who would prefer he wasn't naked.

The view he had wasn't the best sight in the world, but with Mr. Skunk facing the door, he at least didn't have to see the dangley parts. The yelling on either side of the door was distracting, and neither was all that helpful to him. Frustrated wasn't even a close word to describe how he felt. There really was nothing of much worth at all with her desk, not a single damn thing.

Slamming another worthless drawer shut, he did look up at the door. The full moon was getting old fast, but unfortunately he didn't walk around with a spare pair of pants in his back pocket. "Not my fault you're a nudist." Knocking over the chair just for the pleasure of destruction, Hokee waltzed across the room with swag. Taylor wasn't going to let them out, Caleb was being a little girl and he was stuck in there. The room smelled, horrid...if the guy made that smell as bad as it was while a skunk, who knows what would come flying out from the open rear end.

He did spot a coat rack, with a rain coat on it. It was something, so things could have been worse...like only finding a scarf or something like that. Taking the raincoat, he started to roll it like it was a towel. "No clothes in here skunk, but Taylor left something for your rawhide." Snapping a raincoat was nothing like snapping a towel, still it was fun to try for a cheep shot!

Snap.

"Help police, I'm locked in a room with a naked guy and the guidance councilor is watching us." Mocking voice, of course. At least he had the phone on his side of the door. Then again, he wasn't sure if she had a cell phone on her right now or not. He'd figure out that one later, if need be. She wouldn't do anything to them, she was to nice to do something like that.

>>"She's the one who locked us in here. You do know that, right? Are you really...? No. No, I am... not taking responsibility for this. Did you hear that, New Guidance Counselor? I am not taking responsibility for what my kidnapper does to your desk and personal effects while you persist in this immature course of action."

"Duly noted" she answered. She knew that whatever Hokee was doing, he obviously did not know that the skunk was a person. That did not mean Calley was completely innocent in stinking up her office. But whatever the problem child was up to, Calley sounded like he was still on the other side of the door.

>>"Help police, I'm locked in a room with a naked guy and the guidance councilor is watching us."

"I have no idea how you two got in there, and that's what the police is going to hear. If you insist on calling them, that is." she answered "Kids sneak into my office all the time, it is a popular pastime in the school. The door probably just locked itself when you walked in. These doors are tricky."

Three could play this game.

"So, how about this. I get you enough cleaning supplies to get rid of the stink. In exchange, you get to use some of it on yourselves. Sounds like a reasonable deal to me..."

A snapped coat? Really? What were they, little boys voyaging into the brave new world of body hair?

Some of them, yeah.

Calley caught the coat in mid-air, and yanked it out of the guy's grasp. "Thanks. You're too kind," he oozed, putting it on. It was a little tight, but he was a little lacking in additional garment layers, so it balanced out. Buttoning ensued.

"She's dating a cop, you moron. Or didn't you do your homework?" Not doing homework? Clearly a foreign idea, to the stellar student there.

Honestly, though, he wasn't sure who was annoying him more. Yeah, the kid was guilty of all kinds of animal abuse, but he hadn't known that the skunk was Calley. What was New Guidance Counselor's excuse? It was like she didn't even believe he was innocent.

...Huh. Huuuuuh.

"...I reluctantly accept your terms, Ms. Taylor," the shifter said, with all due coughing. It still stank in here, after all.

Also: dramatic effect.

"What are you...? Wait, don't do that! Hokee, stop!" He shouted, as he joined the punk over by the desk. And really put his back into tipping the thing over. His B+ in Conditioning was paying off: the desk tipped on its side with the slow majesty of a falling tree, and a wooden crash-crack at the end that was eternally satisfying. Sam would be so proud of his upper body strength. He'd remember to use his legs for the lifting, too.

If a desk gets flipped in a room without windows, who gets blamed?

"Annnd there goes the desk. Congratulations, New Guidance Counselor, for locking a vandal in your room: I hope you know whose fault this is. Now do you want to open the door before he gets the filing cabinets, too?" Calley yelled for the New Guidance Counselor's benefit, while he met the punk's eyes with a cheeky grin.

Boy, would it be a shame if she didn't.

Naked skunk was starting to get on his nerves."I know she's dating a cop, I'm not as stupid as you look." For once the comment just might fit. Naked guy in a woman's raincoat, yep definitely not the ideal look, even Tim Gunn would give some fashion no-no's on that, not that Hokee knew who the man was, but he had a sense of some style. What was the guy's problem anyways, sure Ms Taylor really ticked him off, but he hadn't expected the raincoat male flipping over a desk.

Taking a step back, he couldn't help but gloat about in the glory. He really lucked out on this one. A skunk just making a normal skunk mess was one thing, but this guy was going all caveman now. Wicked. Grabbing the chair, he teen slunk down into it and slowly started to spin it around. "Rage, rage....must destroy it all." The tone was there, complete sarcasm drooling out the sides of his mouth.

Watching Caleb flip over the desk was very amusing, the fire cabinet was going to be hysterical. Why couldn't life be like this more often, there would always be a good laugh about. His cynical composer had no qualms about a good laugh. "What did you eat, baby food? You smell skunk." While twirling in the chair now, his eyes started to look through the clutter on the floor now. Hand lotion. Score! Rolling along in the chair he picked up the lotion. Girly scents...giving a squirt, he started to apply the lotion to under his nose. He needed something better to smell.

"Hey Taylor, this guy is talking smack about your main squeeze. Called the guy a real s***. Something about not knowing the difference between a billy club and a doughnut."

>>"...I reluctantly accept your terms, Ms. Taylor,"

"Good" she nodded, even though he couldn't see her. She kind of expected Caleb to be the reasonable one. He was the lesser of two evils.

>>"What are you...? Wait, don't do that! Hokee, stop! Annnd there goes the desk. Congratulations, New Guidance Counselor, for locking a vandal in your room: I hope you know whose fault this is. Now do you want to open the door before he gets the filing cabinets, too?"

Oh, there we go. She sighed and rolled her eyes at the sounds. One: Calley had a strain in his voice, one that would not have been there if he was just idly standing around watching Hokee vandalize the room.
Two: she had been a guidance counselor for over a decade. If they thought she'd leave anything important in the room she let students in to cry and moan and groan and yell, they were mistaken.
Always have your files backed up. You never know when a skunk and a mutant teen will be locked in your room together.

>>"Hey Taylor, this guy is talking smack about your main squeeze. Called the guy a real s***. Something about not knowing the difference between a billy club and a doughnut."

"That's a very impressive expansion of vocabulary he's displaying there" she agreed cheerfully "I'll be right back with the cleaning equipment. Please don't throw yourselves at the window, it was designed not to break."

Even guidance counselors are entitled to their small victories... and Sam can deal with the rest later on.