{ he stares at him with a perplexed expression, somewhat confused as to why the other replied in such a manner. though he supposed there was no real reason to question this, he was known for being just downright odd } No.. it's "who's there?" you fucking moron.
( / This is something that he’s used to, it’s not unusual for him to be stared at. He’d usually get looks from several people, considering it was the norm for him, anyway. The grin still frames his lips, though not so wide as it was at the beginning. He appears smaller, surprise paints his features at the others reaction, but that becomes short-lived. Scratching at his cheek, glancing at him with a ludicrous expression, brows knitting together as if it would piece something together. He did do something wrong and he was being pointed out for his fault. ) “Sorry.” ( / He says, voice low and mannered, a tight lipped smile is given at the situation. He lifts his head as he speaks, eyes connecting with the other. ) “I thought you were supposed to be polite when someone knocked on the door. That’s what my grandmother taught me anyway.”