[ stiles stands there with his hands on his hips, looking at everything he wants to take with him, trying to figure out if there's stuff he can spare and leave behind. eventually, someone will come to clear the rest of the apartment out so someone can move into it, but stiles feels - weirdly sentimental about a lot of the shit in this lab. he's... spent a lot of time here.
maybe he could strip one of the sheets from the bed, use it kind of like a sack. see if he can find a brook, tie the sheet to the end of it, carry everything out that way. there's a lot of glass, though - a lot of fragile things. a lot of chemicals that probably shouldn't mix, like, ever.
stiles takes a break from thinking for a second to answer derek. ]
And say what to him, exactly?
[ not that stiles has anything planned, but at least he spent a lot of his days working with rosalind. it's something in common. ]
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maybe he could strip one of the sheets from the bed, use it kind of like a sack. see if he can find a brook, tie the sheet to the end of it, carry everything out that way. there's a lot of glass, though - a lot of fragile things. a lot of chemicals that probably shouldn't mix, like, ever.
stiles takes a break from thinking for a second to answer derek. ]
And say what to him, exactly?
[ not that stiles has anything planned, but at least he spent a lot of his days working with rosalind. it's something in common. ]