29 Chimera Court, Saturday Morning

[firstofitskind]

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!]

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[shiroi_tiger]

"Sometimes," Nathan drawled, "I also read the newspaper in the park."

Look, Miguel, Nathan had been involved in multiple wars at this point in his life. His idea of fun was not your idea of fun.

[what_the_shock]

"The newspaper?" Miguel was boggled. "On actual paper?"

What was this, the stone age?

[shiroi_tiger]

"Actual, honest-to-god paper," Nathan agreed, faintly amused at that reaction, yes. "What else would you put a newspaper on?"

[what_the_shock]

"The holonet," Miguel said. "Nobody reads paper anymore."

Okay, except his comic books. But those weren't news.

[shiroi_tiger]

"I suppose I'm just special, then."

Or antiquated. Nathan was fine with either.

[what_the_shock]

"That's one word for it," Miguel muttered. He didn't want to be too rude to a guy that was being nice, but really - newspaper.

[shiroi_tiger]

Newspaper was perfect for rolling up and swatting brats with!

"Indeed." Nathan inclined his chin a little. "Do you want anything to drink?"

[what_the_shock]

"Coffee?" Miguel asked.

No, some things never changed.