Mal
Mal's bed felt considerably bigger when he woke up that morning. He sat up and brushed his hair out of his eyes... and then went rushing to a mirror.
"Mother humping elephants," he swore. Yep, there was his teenage self staring back at him.
For a moment, he considered staying in all day, but when did that ever do him any good. He cuffed up his pant legs and shirt, then pulled the laughably big coat over everything. This just wouldn't do.
First stop was the shops to get something that fit. Next? Food. He was HUNGRY. In fact, pretty much all day, Mal could be found with some sort of food.