There's something moving, pocking at him, and Five is having none of it. He grumbles and tries to bury his face in the nearest surface, which is Klaus' chest, and it's a combination of his cologne and the voice what finally gets him to crack one sleepy eye open. It looks a little bloodshot and unfocused too.

For someone so usually alert as Five, it's taking him some good seconds to identify who is in front of him. Why is Klaus in his room? He doesn't have time for this, so he rolls over, grabs the closest thing available to cover himself, that happens to be a bright pink boa, and mutters:

"...go away."