M!A: Ghetsis is a kid for three days
The boy woke up in a bed too large for him, opened two crimson eyes and shrank down underneath the heavy blankets with a strangely familiar smell. A bitter taste stuck to the back of his tongue and his arm hurt from sleeping at a strange angle...disoriented, confused, and tired, the seven year old pulled himself out from underneath the covers and sat up. What was this on his face? An eyepatch? Lifting his lip in disgust, Ghetsis pulled it off and cast it aside.
A hand slid through and ruffled untidy green hair, falling just past his shoulders in loose snarls from a fitful sleep. The boy blinked in the darkness, yawned and pounced off the bed as if he were in his own home. Stumbling, it took the boy a minute to catch his balance; not only was this bed too big, but taller than he remembered. I must have fallen asleep in one of the guest rooms, he concluded.
Ghetsis coughed and crossed his thin arms over his chest, shivering. Ew! It was cold! Ghetsis hated the cold.
"Mooooother!!" he shrieked, yanking one heavy blanket off the bed and throwing it over himself like a shawl, "...tuuuurn up the heeeeat!! Is breakfast finished?" Chances are, in this voluminous house, she couldn't hear. Huffing, the child blindly groped the walls in the dark and sought out a light-switch, only to illuminate unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't one of the many surplus rooms in the house-- Ghetsis knew them all by heart even if the mansion was huge.
"....Moooom....?" the greenette demanded again, louder this time.