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If it wouldn’t have been a problem for her safety and all – what with Mo vacuuming around her neck she would have cocked her head to the side at Mo and raised her eyebrow. So, since her face was newly mud-free she just raised her eyebrow at him.
Even though she was dying to know why he was squinting at her face she just stayed quiet for a minute. That stern look he gave her when she was all wiggly made her stop moving. Except to breathe since she’d never stop breathing…unless she couldn’t and if she couldn’t well – that wasn’t something she wanted to think about.
“Okay I’ll be more careful” she spoke quietly and barely even moved her lips to speak. Talent. It was all because of that creepy doll her mom had given her as a kid…Mr. Smiles; he’d come to an untimely end out of the window one day. It wasn’t an accident. Mr. Smiles still gave her nightmares. When Mo had finished vacuuming her neck-area, she was relieved really. No more wiggly giggly-laughter. “Its o-“ she stalled slightly as what he had said just registered. Her ears reddened under her hair. “kay” she finished, it didn’t even seem like she had been even slightly shocked. “I didn’t think you were it just happens…besides, I don’t go around telling people ‘Hey touch my neck and I’ll wiggle like a Mexican jumping bean’” she shrugged. He had just complimented her.
She glanced down at her feet for a moment, “ugh I really?” She asked stammering a bit. “I, no. You are officially the first person to tell me I have a cute laugh – my sister says I more cackle than anything.” She shrugged. Yeah but that was India being India.
She was still watching the ground and just raised her eyebrow at Mo when he cleaned up the mud off of the ground. “Hey! I have an idea – do you want to possibly be partners for the clean-the-school assignment Professor Flamsteed gave us? We could possibly go and clean the kitchens – and make food that’s not gross?” In other words she was slightly hungry and didn’t want to pay to go into the Great Hall cafeteria.
Mika got a slightly exasperated look.
That was why he'd gone to get the vacuum cleaners, after all, and why he'd been vacuuming mud from around her person. It wasn't like he carried around a vacuum cleaner for funsies. If he did, that would make him some sort of cleaning super hero, and he'd need a cape. And a way cooler super power than making a vacuum cleaner run.
"Well. Your laugh is cute, but you are STILL dirty. I'm going to vacuum your other sleeve, and then we can go to the kitchens if you want. Although... d'you want to change clothes first, because you're still a little flakey and I'll end up following you around with the vacuum cleaner rather than actually cleaning anything." And that would be entirely besides the point.
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Vacavus," Mo turned on his cleaner with a touch of his wand to the nozzle, and he attacked Mika's other sleeve with some vigor. "Don't you dare giggle or I'll suck off your lips. You know I'll do it." There now... almost all the mud was gone and she wasn't a flaking mess.