Ye- ah, just make yourself at home. Maybe next time... use a door.

[Stiles just kind of stands there, lifting a hand as if to gesture before thinking better of it and simply rubbing his chin with it instead. Derek and a duffel bag is an interesting combo, and curiosity is bleeding through him so he cants his head side to side to catch a peek of what's going on. Edges closer, unable to not be intrigued. Doesn't know what to make of it but you know, not looking gift horses in the face.

Not unlike a dog uncertain of its territory, Stiles reaches forward to snatch up another bag of gummi worms and retreats back to his chair; sitting down and ripping the bag he was handed open with his teeth and letting the second full of starbursts sit in his legs after he pulls them up to cross under him on the chair's seat.]

Thanks. You sure did... bring a lot of stuff, it's almost as if you're moving in or something Haha...

[Ha?]