Lovingly he cradled the snackpack and shoved it into his awaiting bag, along with the other food he pulled out, each earning a bit of his grade a commentary. Because who didn't love to hear all his long winded thoughts and opinions? He tended to have some with just about everything. "Maybe later if you're lucky," Stiles shot back with a smirk thrown Jim's way. The name seemed far too lowkey to be taken seriously but he felt wary about everyone new arriving in the town. Each one tended to bring fire and brimstone, plus they reset a supernatural beacon and it called plenty to their fair city already. So, he'd have to keep a close eye on this Jim Barnes and see what he might be. He hoped for human but it seemed unlikely with his level of handsome. Seriously, how unfair did life have to be?

Grabbing for some blueberries for the healthy, he let out a squeak at the sudden appearance of arms and being dragged away like a rag doll. Why did everyone feel the need to push, shove and cart him around? He could move just fine on his own, thank you, well, mostly, sometimes his limbs went all over the place without his say so. "Hey pal, you can't just ----"

Someone walked inside and he fell silent, looking around but leaving after a few minutes without discovering anything. "Well, look at that, new kid, you might actually be useful." Unlike, some who fell into their group as of late. "Enough adventure. Let's take this haul and get to homeroom. Coach Finstock is uhhhh special." And couldn't stand him whatsoever.