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::Hmm, she honestly didnt think the shirt was going to be a necessary part of this outfit. Considering how good he looked with just the jacket. She giggled as he posed and swayed and nearly jumped hwn he seemed to lose his balance. But she stopped as he caught himself, and she could help but laugh at his grace and finesse in catching the hat.

Indeed all she saw was the top of his head, and the droop of his scarf before he gracefully popped the hat back on and adjusted the glasses. Despite her pale complection her cheeks were red as beats and a goofy school girl smile had slipped across her lips. The twinkle in her eye gave away the fact that she was charmed, to say the least.::

It...uh...its looks really cute on you. I mean, I mean-it looks really good on you. Not to call you cute but but...not that your not cute or anything just that...it...it...it looks good.

::For her, that was the verbal equivalent of falling down a flight of stairs. She had butchered and broken the language. But all she could do was give Datho that school girl smile. And move to hang the remainder of the outfit up beside the last. That giving her enough time to right her head as right as a head as swirly as hers could be at least.::

Shall we pick another?

::At first she was honestly a bit nervous. Sun was leaning rather close, and while it made her nervous, it also felt good. Not in a perverted way but rather because it made her for a moment feel normal. Touchable. Maybe even human.

Sun would behold her seemingly randomly flitting through clothes as she tried to come up with some sort of outfit. But nothing matching seemed to be popping out until he said that one word. Sunshine.::

Thats it!

::She joyfully exclaimed, and again her fingers moved infused with a quickness flying through the racks as she tried to make the image in her head real. You see he had mentioned Sunshine. And there really wasnt any here, but at the same time, that didnt mean it couldnt look like there was. Yet at the opposite side of the same token to go outside all set for Sunny weather well....that could get you killed or at least frozen in this type of harsh place.

But, she had an idea.

First...she needed the proper shirt. She pulled a red polo shirt with black horizontal stripes. As opposed to the usual button neck this one actually had a zipper and its sleaves came just about down to Sun's biceps. Neck she pulled a pair of baggy black cargo pants. Each pant leg had 2 large red pockets and a farmers strap. This was matched with a red sneakers, with black laces. And finally with a plop, a red beanie was flopped onto Datho's head and pulled down just above his ears.

She paused for a moment, with the clothes in hand, eyeing him up and down before finally realizing what was missing. And with a snatch of her hand a gentle slip of the wrist she slid a pair of big bold, almost goggle and shaped red sunglasses onto Sun's face. The frames were black but the lenses, though partially bug eyed were bright red.

And for the colder weather, she even pulled a red hoodie with tribal flame markings on the sleeves, and a zipper right down the middle. She held each of the items up in front of Sun, and smiled as she asked.::

Whaddya think? You can do the snow, and the sunshine!

::She noticed something shaky about the look on his face. Its like he was looking at her, but not at her. The way he was looking around it was as if hadnt been standing in this room for the past few minutes but just got here and didnt know how.::

Are you o--



::She looked honestly confused for a moment, tilting her head to the side as tried to make sense of that comment. Maybe Datho though the clothes covered to much of him? Did he want something more revealing?::

N-no you dont have to--



::Her eyes met his as he said her name. She was honestly waiting for him to say something, and she expected it not to make sense. But though she was only give a few split seconds of pause, even a years couldnt have prepared her for what came next.

You see, something about the experience of being magically torn to bits and rebuilt in a most frankensteinian way warps the mind. Pieces are added, pieces are lost, pieces are misplaced. Mary had a...mostly functioning mind. Mostly. But bits of memory and personality from her many spliced body part donors caused a bit of fragmentation in her mind. More directly put, Mary's mind was as stitched together as her body. And in that stitching some pieces were entirely lost in the dark dark corners.

Mary can recall that she used to be a little girl. That she used to be human. But there is no emotional wieght to that memory as its nothing more than a blank fact. When someone asks you what 2+2 equals, you say 4. You dont suddenly have flashbacks to kindergarten. She knew Datho used to be here, and he left. But the details were gone. The actual memories of her youth. The feel of being alive, of having flesh and blood not coursing with necrogen, of being of one natural body...that feeling was lost.

And as Datho spoke those words, the stitching on a far corner of her mind came loose and where blood would poor out of a physical stitch, memories poored out of this one. How exactly does it feel to be human not a life infused flesh doll? Mary normally couldnt say...but now it was all coming back.

She stopped cold, the look on her face similar to the look one might have if they discovered their entire life was a lie. The clothing in her hand fell to the floor as he knee's gave in under the wieght of the memories flooding her mind. As they rushed in they washed away the closet and replaced it with an entirely different one. Her hands slid in front of her face and but she saw the fleshy pink hands of a little girl, not the pale gloved palms of a mutant. Her jaw simply hung for a moment. And a few words simply fell from her mouth.::

Marcel...stop hitting so hard...you know how upset daddy will be if you leave marks on him...

::She could see herself smiling at him. It was like watching an impossible dream in third person.::

Sometimes he's rough...are you okay...?

::A question today in reference to a condition of years ago. She was flooded in this memory, just barely keeping herself from drowning in it.::

::Like antique home video the memory chugged alone. The picture was somewhat snowy and complete with a few blips in the film where the audio was lost, or the video echoed.

There stood the little girl, her flowing red locks put up into curls, a rosey blush to her cheeks. Her little white skirt and top, and her plastic tiara, all of it seemed surreal. As Datho spoke the words came from the little boy next to the girl. And Mary stood like a viewer in the studio audience as the two played out their roles.

The little girl twirled at Datho's words. Adjusting her tiara to look as princess-like as possible. She always liked the way Datho spoke, yes it was slower but it made it seem like he was really thinking out each of his words. It wasnt a like a person rushing through the conversation meaninglessly. It made his words, however slow, that much more meaningful when they finally did arrive. The little girl smiled a little smile, and she spoke, only instead of her speaking her lips moved but Mary herself spoke.::

You'd make a great knight in shiny-ing armor...I'm too pretty to be like that...

::The memory came before the words did causing pauses in her speech. It was like being handed a script with the next line after the last line was finished and having to pause before it was said. She knew what was said next, and light green tears streamed down her face.::

...I could never be a monster...

::But what was she now? In a flash the memory was over-taken, she saw a bright light, she felt the stinging tingle across her body. It was old-yet familiar, and she felt the oddly relaxing pain of having her body taken apart, bit by bit at the subatomic level. She could hear Father screaming voice echo in the distance....but just as quick as the flash of a memory came, it was gone. And she stood staring at the patchwork of flesh her hands were now. She missed being human, and yet she was happier now that she could miss it as opposed to not even remembering how it felt.::



::His voice brought her back to the closet, and the act of slipping the glasses on backwards brought the smile back to her face. She reached her hands up gently grabbing the nose of the goggles behind his head, and slowly spinning them around as she giggle.::

I guess we better, do you want me to turn around while you put on the pants? I promise I wont peek.

::She said with a soft smile.::

::Amazing. Simply, but truly, how he was able to wake up parts of her so long forgotten and then continue about like it was any old day. He helped her so much, but he barely had to work to do it. The mark of a true helper, a true healer. Even the Doctor had to work at his cures.

Marys smiled widened as he scanned over the pants but she quickly found that dumbfounded look cast across her face once again. He didnt know how to....put on pants? How does one show someone something like that without doing it? And how does she do it without....oh boy.

Needless to say she was blushing. Though her eyes drifted over the pants the bright red hue on her face was clear to see.::

Well you...um....

::She paused for a moment reaching out to grab the pants and turning them so the fly points forward and she stared at them for a moment.::

You um....

::She said very slowly, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. If she jumped into them, he'd probably miss it. But if she did it slowly it might risk lifting her own skirt up and...well that just couldnt be allowed.::

Well see its like....uh...

::At the other end of the coin, if she tried to put it on him she'd run the risk of her hands being in places on him that....

This was getting complicated. The slight shake in her hands was becoming a bit more obvious. And then came a revelation!::

You do it like this.

::She leaned forward and put her hands through the pant legs and out the bottom, and wiggled her fingers around like toes. And then she pulled them back out and zipped up the fly, and buttoned it. With that she gave a good nod, and handed the pants to Datho.::

Like that, but with your legs.

::She was hopeful, but in all honesty she really didnt think that was going to work.::

::The moment the tie was undone gravity began its perverted work Mary let out a little "eeep!" of a squeal and spun around shutting her eyes as tight as possible before she saw anything. As much as she tried not to imagine seeing anything her teenage mind ran over the almost naked shot she had just seen. Her cheeks were about as rosey as can be.

Her hands were clenched as where her knee's and her eyes. She looked scared, and infact she was, but more scared of being embarassed than anything else.

She knew, in the back of her mind that something was going to happen. She just had this feeling, there was no way she was going to get out of here as "pure" as she came in. But she did hope.

The sound of clothing hitting the floor, thats was good, thats a good start. The all too familar sound of a zipper zipping down, that was good to hear. Then the ruffle of skin against pant, the sounds of a stumble, a squeal.

She crunched in a bit at the sound of the bang, and the crash of clothing hangers and jackets and the like falling down. Normally, someone might turn around, but in all honesty she was petrified. She knew what was behind her, she knew by the sounds that the process stopped just as the pants were being pulled up. He was so close! But he was so far...This was bad, this was really bad.

His voice, a bit scared, a bit sad. Like a child who just watched his dog get kicked. She very very very slowly, leaned her head back just over her shoulder with her eyes squeezed shut as tightly as can be.::

Y-yes?

::She said sheepishly, hoping against hope maybe things werent how they obviously were.::

::Mary heard the ruffling, and dare she admit it...she peeked. She saw Datho wriggling under the clothes and then moving to stand, she saw clothing sifting off of him until he was completely...

Eeep!

She didnt want to see that. No no, who was she kidding, she wanted very much to see that she just didnt want...to want, to see that. Though she had gone from squinting to her eyes sealed shut in a few seconds so perhaps she wouldnt see any...man parts. But a few seconds and a zipper later, she peeked again to see Datho...with his pants on!

She was so very relieved, and her relief that it was over. Her relief swirled with her pride seeing he actually learned and she leaped forward her arms wide open, to give Datho a huge hug.::

You did it! You did it!