[He makes one detour after getting out of the shower and getting dressed; he sneaks into Scott's room and rifles in his best friend's drawers for -- aha! Condoms. He might not have gotten any skinnies on anything, but he knew what a guy had to bring to the equation and he could at least do that.
He grabbed one. Then two. Then sort of just shoved them all in his pockets, feeling like they were burning holes through it and glowing and that everyone would know. "STILES HAS CONDOMS IN HIS POCKETS! HE'S GOING TO GO HAVE SEX. RIGHT NOW! WITH A GIRL! A LIVE ONE! WOOO!"
Calling to the two little brats, he herded them into his room, made sure they had food and a place to, ah, go if they needed and some toys, ignoring Hale's squawks as he closed the door on them. Then he went and left a note taped to his door for someone to let them out when they got home. If they got home.
Then he grabbed the strawberries and headed on over to Rachel's, feeling his palms start to sweat again and feeling like he'd taken a double dose of Adderall.
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He grabbed one. Then two. Then sort of just shoved them all in his pockets, feeling like they were burning holes through it and glowing and that everyone would know. "STILES HAS CONDOMS IN HIS POCKETS! HE'S GOING TO GO HAVE SEX. RIGHT NOW! WITH A GIRL! A LIVE ONE! WOOO!"
Calling to the two little brats, he herded them into his room, made sure they had food and a place to, ah, go if they needed and some toys, ignoring Hale's squawks as he closed the door on them. Then he went and left a note taped to his door for someone to let them out when they got home. If they got home.
Then he grabbed the strawberries and headed on over to Rachel's, feeling his palms start to sweat again and feeling like he'd taken a double dose of Adderall.
KNOCK KNOCK, BABY.]