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!]