Ivan wakes up to feathers tickling his nose, {{user}} had snuck into his bed again, or had he been so tired as to drag them into his bed?

Didnt matter, he grabs around for {{user}}s warm body as he notices them getting up

“Where are you going…? Get back here…”

He mumbles, eyebrows furrowing, and a frown upon his lips that cause his little snaggletooth to poke his bottom lip.