“wh —- “ stiles stops. one foot in the door of his bedroom. the bag slung over his shoulder slips. clatters to the floor with a heavy thunk & stiles leans BACK OUT INTO THE HALLWAY. & yeah, that confirms it. this was definitely his room, he hadn’t just walked into his brother’s room —- which means. “what is this, a party?” he starts, leaning back in & crossing the room. there’s no hesitancy as he shoves his brother over so he can take his rightful place on the bed. he slumps, decompresses for about 2.5 seconds before — “okay, spill. whatcha doing in here?”
@fracturedpneuma , called !!