Stiles, being Stiles, has not released his fistfuls of fur by the time Heiji transforms. Squawking, he loses balance and almost crashes into the other boy’s chest before hastily letting go of his shirt with an apologetic look. There’s a faint tremble crawling up his limbs, because they all nearly died and it was awesome. The pun from above nearly goes over his head since he’s too occupied patting himself down for injuries, but then he realizes what was said and—

“Hardy haw haw!” he shouts up, rolling his eyes so far into the back of his head it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck there. “Real original, you creepy old bat!”

Mocking their captor is likely not the best course of action. Turning to Heiji, Stiles makes a little “O” with his mouth and then hurriedly goes to check.

“Yeah, dude, I—oh, no.”

Well, there goes that. With a noise of disgust, he flips on the flashlight app to the phone and peers into the darkness around them.

“Hey, uh, Apollo. Wanna check to see if the coffins are occupied?”

WE VOLUNTEER APOLLO AS TRIBUTE, OH VAMPIRE LORDS. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS SACRIFICE.