It was a pretty well known fact that unless physically forced or woken up by a nightmare, Stiles would pretty much sleep his day away if he had nowhere to be. Sometimes the smell of coffee could lure him out of bed, but only if he was past the completely passed out stage of sleep. So despite going to bed annoyed last night, Stiles was still at the house and was still commandeering Derek's bed.
Or half of it, rather. At some point during the night half of him had fallen off the bed, so his face was pressed up against the floor while his lower half was still resting comfortably on the bed.
Don't ask how he could sleep like that. It was a mystery of life.
[For Derek! I'm gonna be on major SP at certain points during the day. Ugh I have appointments like an adult or something]
Or half of it, rather. At some point during the night half of him had fallen off the bed, so his face was pressed up against the floor while his lower half was still resting comfortably on the bed.
Don't ask how he could sleep like that. It was a mystery of life.
[For Derek! I'm gonna be on major SP at certain points during the day. Ugh I have appointments like an adult or something]