"Mud castles are fun too," he noted, "Like sand castles."

Long didn't seem to agree. It looked like he had his fill of mud as he went to clean up.

Rosen shrugged and went back to his mud creations. About an hour later he finally came back inside, mud caked to him. He left a little dirty trail where ever he went on the Juttle.

By then Long had managed to clean off. Mostly. He had showered and gotten all the mud off of himself, but he was still working on trying to save the pants. But in the mean time he wore the sweater that was just barely long enough as he scrubbed off the pants in the washing room.

Rosen walked inside and stared blatantly at Long's barely covered rear.

Long didn't seem to notice as he focused on getting the mud off the pants.

"You should just scrap the pants," Rosen decided as he walked over to Long.

"... I'm almost done," Long noted.

Rosen suddenly slapped Long's rear with a grin, "Seriously, just leave them off."

Long jumped a little from the surprise. And then he immediately reached back and pulled down the sweater with a red face as he remembered he wasn't wearing pants.

Rosen chuckled a little, "You just remembered?" he guessed before taking a look at the pants, "I can get you another pair no problem," he shrugged.

"... I need something to wear," Long muttered, not looking at Rosen as he kept pulling down the sweater.

"Do you?" Rosen teased.

Long nodded, face still red as he grabbed the mostly clean pants and started to walk off to put them on.

"You're going to put them on wet?" Rosen asked, following along right behind him, "You'll catch cold." He put his arm around Long's waist.

Long tensed a little. "They'll dry quick," he replied quickly as he tried to pull away.