is it trespassing if the trespasser in question is a total cutiepie?

Frightening as it was to wander the Dancefloor on his own, Redrum was determined to believe his mother’s words of his safety within her lands in the future. He was resilient. His head, however? Not so much. After the brutal hit to the dome he had taken, his mannerisms had become… twitchy. His eyes could follow a smooth line and yet the swivel of his skull was done in two neurotic intervals. A bit like how a squirrel went about life, with lulls in between each action.

The crimson boy was loping through the grasses, steering clear of the long grass. He kept to the river and searched for something pretty to bring back to his mother, like a funny shaped rock - or a frog. Only he didn’t find either of his two first choices. Instead the boy came upon a new face. One that smelled far different than anything he’d sniffed before. It was an unfamiliar girl! A… an intruder!

The boy quickly puffed out his chest, at the back of his mind it was the same situation that had given him the still painful wound at the back of his head - except it was definitely not a predator this time. This time he could handle it! Right? The child of vermillion scrambled forth, wedging himself between the girl and further exploration of their lands. “No spying, girl! This, Insomnia!” Golden eyes shining in pride for his home, spitting the words with his puppy features set to his best try at authoritativeness. He looked her over then, confused as to how this small, cutesy girl made it across the border at all. “Redrum’s- I mean. My home- is not for sneaking in.” He towered over her, though not very threateningly; in fact his childish mind was already veering off into curiosity.