Liam Kincaid (
firstofitskind) wrote2017-11-18 07:06 am
29 Chimera Court, Saturday Morning
Well, Liam's age could be measured in the single digits even on weekends where something hadn't happened to cause many of Fandom's residents to wake up as children. That didn't mean that this weekend's weirdness had skipped him, of course. No, the Liam who woke up this morning was actually child-shaped.
Which meant he had regressed to a point where he was still very new to, well, existence. He could tell that something was not-quite-right, but lacked the words to describe just what that was.
What he did know was that he was cold. Which was an easy enough problem to solve, he just pulled the blanket off the chair and wrapped it around his shoulders.
Then there was the strange rumbling sound his stomach was making. That... he didn't know what to do about, exactly. Clearly, some exploration was in order.
[ooc: open for housemates, tiny or otherwise! or visitors too i suppose!]
Which meant he had regressed to a point where he was still very new to, well, existence. He could tell that something was not-quite-right, but lacked the words to describe just what that was.
What he did know was that he was cold. Which was an easy enough problem to solve, he just pulled the blanket off the chair and wrapped it around his shoulders.
Then there was the strange rumbling sound his stomach was making. That... he didn't know what to do about, exactly. Clearly, some exploration was in order.
[ooc: open for housemates, tiny or otherwise! or visitors too i suppose!]

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Liam beamed at Nathan. Breakfast sounded excellent. And speaking of sounds... what was that whistling noise? Something about it sounded familiar.
Or as familiar as something could sound when you had no actual life experience to speak of.
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"I'm making tea as well," he explained, "though I'm not certain you'll care for it. There should be juice in the fridge."
Unless someone had finished it off over the course of the week. Nathan wouldn't have. He'd been busy being a tiger, and all.
"How do pancakes sound?" They seemed traditional for these sorts of weekends. "Assuming we have all the ingredients."
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Hey, at least it wasn't coffee and cheerios.
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"Would you like milk or sugar in yours, then? It can be bitter, if you aren't used to the taste."
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"Sugar," he said with a nod.
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"So," he said, conversationally, "have you got a name? I'm Nathan."
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Well, that answered the question about what sort of weekend it was, at least. Nathan nodded as he poured water over the tea and set it aside to steep. He wasn't going to give Liam a scalding hot cup, normally adult or no.
"Well, it's good to meet you, Liam," he replied. "Looks as though you've got an interesting weekend ahead of you."
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Nathan was now rummaging through the fridge to see what was in there after his week as a cat.
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"Breakfast is new?" Nathan glanced over his shoulder at Liam before surfacing with a carton of eggs and some cheese. He could probably work with this.
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He suspected it was. Probably. But he was also kind of confused by this.
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With eggs and cheese, and tea to drink. As you do.
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"That's what I want, too," Liam agreed, continuing to watch the breakfast-preparation with rapt interest.
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"Would you like to help?"
He saw no reason he couldn't hand Liam the bowl and a fork and get him to scramble the contents.
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"Yes," he decided. "What should I do?"
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"I'll get you a fork, and you can mix," he replied. "I'll grate the cheese in, and some milk, salt, and pepper, and you can stir until it's all blended up. How's that sound?"
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