Yes. But it doesn't help.

Gregg looked around. How did his shirt get caught like that? He only pulled away because he didn't want to get stuck.

Was someone messing with him? Or was his luck just that bad?

"Hello?" Gregg asked shyly, covering his body a bit. His torso was a bit pudgy, only his arms were remotely toned.

He received no response, but he felt weird. He really needed to quicken up. Couldn't be caught mostly naked in the forest...

Gregg did his best to sprint, but he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He tripped, all by himself. No magical interference, intentional or otherwise.

He quickly pulled himself to start sprinting again.