[Stiles is actually sleeping when an unfamiliar voice startles him into consciousness. He opens his eyes and lifts his head from the pillow where his face has been buried for the last -- who knows how long. One of his arms is dangling over the side of the bed and his legs are stretched across the width of the mattress rather than the length.
He tries to make sense of what's being said. Like I'm living in a girl's room. Huh? Shaking his head, he reaches over to his nightstand and grabs the comm, eyebrows furrowing sleepily at the unfamiliar face. It takes him a moment to realize that said unfamiliar face is in Allison's room. He sits up, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.]
Who are you? And why are you in Allison's room? [Now he's alarmed.]
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He tries to make sense of what's being said. Like I'm living in a girl's room. Huh? Shaking his head, he reaches over to his nightstand and grabs the comm, eyebrows furrowing sleepily at the unfamiliar face. It takes him a moment to realize that said unfamiliar face is in Allison's room. He sits up, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.]
Who are you? And why are you in Allison's room? [Now he's alarmed.]