... Oh my god. Apollo's the perfect picture of a facepalm before he heaves another sigh, popping open his wallet and handing the money over. Luckily it's not much, fairly cheap, but it's the rental that Stiles will have to worry about.

One the money's taken care of he swings the duffle bag around his shoulder, opening the top and pulling out a tracksuit. He's not part of the school's physical classes at all, but they gave him one anyway.

"I was going to buy a desk and fridge for my office, among other things. I can drop you off wherever or you can come along, it's up to you. Uh... be right back, though."

The clerk is kind enough to point Apollo to the restroom, and it takes Apollo a record amount of time before he comes out in dry clothes and drops his wet suit into a bag for the clerk to take away. What a fucking day.