#strzec

Stiles had his head going slightly back and forward as his headphones blasted with force against the inner walls of his ears, not listening anything more than the sound of the blasts of the soundtracks he kept in his ipod. He was in his kitchen, calmly preparing some healthy food he'd later deliver to the police station, not in any moment, aware of the presence of the other person in the house, even if he was always on guard and-- Okay, maybe Stiles did let the door open, but in the last year he had learned that if someone or something wanted to enter his house, a mere lock wouldn't be a problem, so why not at least save the door.