You don't know how it's happened, but sitting on the black sofa of Trickstudio, huddled under the familiar pink jacket, was Mao... as a baby?!

His green eyes peer up to you, a cute squeal coming from the redheads vocal cords as he claps his tiny hands under the fabric of his pink jacket that was now far too large for him. He blubbers incoherent noises afterwards, pointing towards you with an excited grin crossing his features.