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[sub][color=111111][b]Frixion Prime — Inner Streets[/b][/color]
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[/row][/table]With her left hand, the little girl slowly pushed against Ayem's right, as though comparing the sizes of their hands. Skin met cold metal, but the girl didn't seem to mind. She was too enraptured by the wonder of it all. In her right hand, she continued to hold the combat knife, pointed towards herself — but it didn't move. It was frozen, just like the rest of her, as she gazed with her jaw hanging open into the artificial structure. She was completely oblivious to the woman's caution, not even realizing that she was being kept at arm's length. She wasn't even paying attention to that sort of body language to begin with.

[color=bc8dbf]"I...guess that makes sense..."[/color] She admitted glumly, [color=bc8dbf]"Well, I can't throw knives anyway, 'cause they're too heavy, but yeah..."[/color] Her right hand fell limply to her side as her face soured. [color=bc8dbf]"But still...[i]knife hands[/i]. There aren't any left? That's not fair! You're supposed to [i]aaask[/i] before you take the last of something, like, like, like the last sugar cookie, or the last sugar cube, or the last...sugary thing!"[/color]

The little girl's attention quickly moved on, though. Her brain moved in an odd direction, but it moved a mile a minute. Tossing the combat knife between her emaciated hands like it was a toy, she answered the talltall lady with a beaming smile. [color=bc8dbf]"My name's Mary! M-E-R-Y! Like the girl with the little lamb."[/color] She added helpfully, [color=bc8dbf]"Having a lamb would be cool...but I'd rather have a bunny."[/color]

Thankfully deterred from the subject of self-amputation, her mind began to wander again. [color=bc8dbf]"If she's far away...I'm gonna need...food. Lotsa food."[/color] Mary thought out loud, still juggling the combat knife as her head turned up and away, unfocused eyes indicating a (comparatively) deep train of thought. [color=bc8dbf]"And I'm gonna need a flying thingy...and, um...I think that's it. Yay! I only need two things!"[/color] Without any fear, Mary reached out with her hand, taking one of Ayem's knife fingers and avoiding its blade with surprising precision as she did so. [color=bc8dbf]"Let's get the food first! Come on, come on~! I wanna get lots of candy~!"[/color]