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itsjustjesse · 05-15-2013, 01:44 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"Yeah, true," Mo mused as he scrubbed again at his face. He was suddenly not at ALL sure that he trusted Mika to tell him if he properly had mud on his face or not. She might like having a partner in (dirty) crime. He finally gave up once his cheek felt scraped raw.

"We can try your somersaults somewhere else. Or you can," Mo decided as he took back his hand and crossed his arms. Mika got a long look, and then Mo added, "Don't go in the lake. Wet mud is a lot harder to vacuum up than dry mud. If we're going to do this, we have to dry the mud first and then clean you off."

He gave her a stern look. Bossy!Mo was bossy, and he stepped closer to point his wand at Mika. "So first... Siccus aerous." The spell dried out the mud on Mika's shoulder and arm until it was light and flaking. "Now then, I have to go get one of the vacuum thingies. Two. I'll get you one. Be back in a few minutes?"

Mika was about to give Mo a stern look because he was going to scrape his face off. And a faceless Mo would not be good. That would be bad – she would feel bad for one and she didn’t like feeling bad. Even if he hadn’t fully gotten it then he had now, “Somersaults sounds like fun…maybe” she shrugged.

She stopped when Mo commented on wet mud – true wet mud was all evil and stuck to things. She should have remembered that – she had after all jumped into a mud bog as a kid all those years before.

When Mo got all Bossy Mika’s eyebrow raised up…and it stayed there – the spell had dried the remaining mud that was on her face and like a failed beauty routine it had stuck to her eyebrows. Back in a few minutes…sure there wasn’t much she could say. Really, her face was kind of stuck and when she moved to talk or wiggle her eyebrow back into place she felt it cracking and peeling and it wasn’t all that good feeling. She hummed out the sound of approval and just stood there looking around. She was dry and covered in dry mud.

Before he left she tried to say "Please be fast" but it sounded more like "weee-zee mast" she couldn't even tell what she had said...hopefully he understood that it was just the mud talking.

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itsjustjesse Fwooper Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the void Posts: 21,838 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10	HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "Yeah, true," Mo mused as he scrubbed again at his face. He was suddenly not at ALL sure that he trusted Mika to tell him if he properly had mud on his face or not. She might like having a partner in (dirty) crime. He finally gave up once his cheek felt scraped raw. "We can try your somersaults somewhere else. Or you can," Mo decided as he took back his hand and crossed his arms. Mika got a long look, and then Mo added, "Don't go in the lake. Wet mud is a lot harder to vacuum up than dry mud. If we're going to do this, we have to dry the mud first and then clean you off." He gave her a stern look. Bossy!Mo was bossy, and he stepped closer to point his wand at Mika. "So first... Siccus aerous." The spell dried out the mud on Mika's shoulder and arm until it was light and flaking. "Now then, I have to go get one of the vacuum thingies. Two. I'll get you one. Be back in a few minutes?" Mika was about to give Mo a stern look because he was going to scrape his face off. And a faceless Mo would not be good. That would be bad – she would feel bad for one and she didn’t like feeling bad. Even if he hadn’t fully gotten it then he had now, “Somersaults sounds like fun…maybe” she shrugged. She stopped when Mo commented on wet mud – true wet mud was all evil and stuck to things. She should have remembered that – she had after all jumped into a mud bog as a kid all those years before. When Mo got all Bossy Mika’s eyebrow raised up…and it stayed there – the spell had dried the remaining mud that was on her face and like a failed beauty routine it had stuck to her eyebrows. Back in a few minutes…sure there wasn’t much she could say. Really, her face was kind of stuck and when she moved to talk or wiggle her eyebrow back into place she felt it cracking and peeling and it wasn’t all that good feeling. She hummed out the sound of approval and just stood there looking around. She was dry and covered in dry mud. Before he left she tried to say "Please be fast" but it sounded more like "weee-zee mast" she couldn't even tell what she had said...hopefully he understood that it was just the mud talking. __________________ IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________ IF YOU MAKE HER ____________