[If you happen to come across Stiles in the morning, you'll see him looking extremely resigned as he marches up to you, opens his mouth:]
Arroooo!
[............... yes. That. was a howl.
Or perhaps you'll see him later on in the day instead, even more disgruntled as he sits on a bench in the park -- and the reason is obvious: he's wearing this lovely ensemble, and the why?
Well. As soon as you come close enough...]
Romeo, Romeo, where ar- no, dammit, that's not how it goes, uh, wait a second--
[He picks up a small booklet next to him, proudly proclaiming to be Shakespeare Abridged, and starts to flip through it.]