Room 329 | Monday Morning

Now, Stiles was an (almost) seventeen year old boy with a very vivid imagination, so aroused was his constant state of being. So much so that he didn't actually notice anything different when he woke up on Monday. Sure, he'd probably masturbate at least twice today but that was completely normal for him.

What wasn't normal for him, however, was finding free food outside his windowsill. "Sweet, Cheetos!"

Stiles wasn't entirely sure how they got there but free food was free food.

[This has a point, I swear. Door is closed, post is open]