Eyes closed, breathing steady, anyone could've mistaken Flynn for being asleep. His hand was resting on his chest, the other tucked under the cushion beneath his head as he tried to quiet his head, shut it out. And yet the moment he heard the other person in the room moving, he peeked an eye open. He said nothing at first, just watching, wondering what they were up to, but soon enough his lack of impulse control got the better of him. "You going somewhere? Or trying to set up pranks while I'm asleep? Either way, you're not as quiet as you think you are..."