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McFeisty 
Thank goodness for mud. Because of the mud Mo didn't see the fact that when he ran over she began to blush. She was of course embarrassed about the fact that she was a mud covered mess of a thing.
Though when all he did was point to mud on her face and say she had something on her face she couldn't help but laugh. She just smiled. Brushing her hand over the mud-caked face. "Did I get it?" She asked still beaming all the while.
"I think I need to use that spell from charms on myself to be able to do cartwheels" she laughed. "So Macabre been up to anything fun? other than attempting to rescue mod-covered damsels?" she asked in a cheekier tone than usual.
Well, Merlin knew she didn't seem to be injured, as evidenced by that laugh and the follow-on joking. Plus no blood or tears. Mo sat back on his heels with a relieved expression. "Yeah. Yeah, you got it. All clean now, obviously."
He ruffled his hair and got mud on his own face as well. "Is there a cartwheeling charm, or do you mean a cushioning charm? I think you just need a spotter." Someone to hang around and watch while she fell in the mud. What were friends for?
"I don't rescue damsels, by the way. I figure most of them would rather rescue themselves, and it would be rude of me to assume self-rescue wasn't a possibility. But other than not rescuing anyone, I haven't been up to anything fun. Sadly."