Re: Liam and Trouble.
Liam's hands continued to pluck at the strings of his guitar, with his breathing slowed and his eyes remaining shut. He was relaxed, completely, and rather content with his moment. That is, until he felt his bed move and shift in a way that suggested applied pressure.
Eyes quickly shot open and guitar stopped being played before he looked over towards the culprit for his moving bed, and then blinked rapidly before setting his guitar down and sitting up, moving a bit over as if by surprise. Staring back at her, he shook his head and raised a brow. Not only was it Trouble, but it was Trouble in his bed, and that meant she was in his House room... how..?
He eyed her, "Trouble, how'd you get in here? What are you--why..." He looked around trying to decide if he was absolutely missing something that should be more than a little obvious.