It's no secret that Klaus doesn't exactly keep regular hours either, given his own propensity for sleeping in two or three hour spurts at most -- and in fact, that's what brings him into his room this afternoon. He drops onto the edge of the bed and makes what amounts to a very undignified sort of squeak when he realizes he's almost sat directly on Five, who has burrowed himself like some sort of invasive rodent into the nest of clothes, blankets, and feather boas that Klaus has strewn over his bed.

He clamps his hand over his mouth as soon as he realizes he's made the noise, though -- mostly because Five probably does need the rest, given how ill he's been, and he should at least try not to interrupt him...even if he too needs the rest.