I Never Wear Socks

Still grumbling, Sid took the mud covered leaves and began slathering the wet earth all over her body. The kid asked what kind of plant it was and Sid motioned towards the bush again. "Devil's Thorn. See the orange spikes?" It was very difficult not to itch and she knew that she shouldn't, but... with a growl of frustration, the pastel girl threw herself onto her back and began rolling around on the ground. There was only a bit of relief and, by the time she was done, there was a bunch of stuff stuck to the mud on her fur.

"Dammit!" she groaned, putting one foreleg over her eyes dramatically. Itching was stupid and she felt stupid for being so itchy.

"Siduri"