most people don't necessarily break into their house...

...and is now wondering who the hell this strange child is in his house. >.>

STARES back and freaks out. Just a little bit. "Chto?! What are you doing?!"

...is definitely not liking this strange child and he stomps over, glaring down at him. "Da, it is. Now get. Out."

where the hell Ivan is, because apparently dealing with this insane child was going to be hard. "......what?"

stares more, already trying to pick up the couch cushions and debating on using force to get him out.

watches before chasing after him and finally just grabbing at his sleeve. "Who are anyway, child? This is ridiculous and quite rude..."

snorts and tugs on his sleeve again. "I doubt that. I am touching you, da? You are not a figment of anything."

grabs his shoulder. >:|

wasn't asking and keeps his hand on his shoulder. "You are the in my house, aren't you? You should be the one going away."

makes a sound akin to "urk!" and twists around. "I am Siberia, thank you. And might I ask who the hell you are exactly?"

huffs and stalks after him. "I would like a name, please. "

thankful that he's heading towards the door and keeps following him until he leaves. :| "Well then you have no business in my house."

stares after him, very confused and frazzled. ".....weird kid." *makes sure to lock the door now and just goes off to find that coffee* e.e