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Tastes Like a Fresh Start. || Stiles & [OPEN]
A dried filthy orange leaf drew a majestic, twirling path across the sky and smacked directly into Stiles' face where he sat on the edge of a bench near the science classrooms. He sputtered, slapping it away and grimacing, trying to get the acrid taste of the leaf and dirt off of his tongue. "Oh look, and here I was worried that I would be starting this school year off without a sour taste on my tongue." Stiles snorted as he mumbled to himself, smirking and shaking his head slightly as he wiped his now dirty palm off on his jeans. "But nope, talking to myself in public, nature literally smacking me in the face. Ah, I'm home." Stiles sighed, leaning back again, his hands braced against the back rim of the bench to hold his weight.
He had just finished dumping his belongings back into the dorms, not bothering to unpack yet. His three duffel-bags full of clothing and two cardboard boxes that were more tape than box by now would be there waiting for him to try and trick Scott into unpacking later. The campus was beautiful, all attacks from nature aside. He was lucky to be going here, he knew that, it was the best school in the region by far, but he still missed his dad, and needed a proper moment of moping before throwing himself back into things. Stiles toed at a pile of leaves, relishing in the crinkling sound as they were smashed into pieces. Nothing like some light harmless destruction to cheer him up.
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