Being brought the task of washing one of the horses, a loud rowdy one who did nothing but kick, luckily Buck only managed to miss them; until being kicked in the mud. Almost like an ice cream melting, the mud slid all on him, almost purposely trying to stain all over.

Nothing but the smell of mud on denim occupied the air. It was all in good fun, the only downfall being {{user}} refusing Buck from touching her. He came running inside, it had you thinking his jeans were originally brown from the amount of mud on them. He came over by {{user}}, being usual with the fact he gave her no personal space even while being all dirtied.

“Can I get a hug, hm?” He asked, swiftly receiving a light push. “Not with those hands, boy.” She lightly chuckled. “I’ll shower…soon.” The light pause was almost a highlighted clue he had zero intentions of actually doing so. “Just give your man a hug first.” He chuckled, near desperate.