[Ivan leaned in close to the mirror, eyeballing the cut across his face. He ran a gloved finger over it with a frown, noting that it yes, it had re-closed since its re-opening from his borrowed electric powers ( Read more... )

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.