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[sub][color=111111][b]Frixion Prime — Main Road[/b][/color]
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[/row][/table][i]Changed[/i]...

Hair color...[i]changed[/i]...to pink?

It tickled at something in the back of the little girl's mind. She felt as though she [i]should[/i] have remembered something at that moment, as though those words were the key to unlocking something hidden. But, there was nothing. Whatever it was that nagged at her remained vexingly out of reach.
[right][sup][color=473744]"Why can't you just do as father says!?"[/color][/sup][/right]Mary was noticeably bothered by it, sulking and shifting her feet left and right as she rattled her brain amongst the cobwebs. But as soon as a distraction came along, she was all-too-willing to discard the train of thought entirely, as she had many, many others.

[color=bc8dbf]"She's a fighting robot made by bunnies!"[/color] The little girl helpfully added, jumping up and down in excitement. [color=bc8dbf]"That's why she's so clean."[/color] The reasoning was questionable, but the observation itself was sound. Mary was covered in the desiccated remains of blood, vomit, and sputum across a well-worn hoodie — from a distance, it actually looked like a pattern in the fabric, but up close, it was easy to see the grime adorning her. Compared to that, [i]anyone[/i] would look clean.

Her head darted back and forth between Ayem and the mysterious, pink-haired person. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm gonna be all clean and stuff too, so the bunny robots won't be mad at me."[/color] The little girl stated, [color=bc8dbf]"But Iunno where. I've never done that before."[/color]