People that pinch their nose and rub in little circles, making squelching sounds.

People that use the back of their hand to wipe a string of snot away, forcing their nose to scrunch.

People that put their knuckle to the outside of their nostril and itchitchitchitchitchitch!

People who take the palm of their hand to their septum and pull up to wipe their little piggy nose.

People who put one finger under the nose and rub back and forth, making it twitch like a little bunny.

Oooooo but my favorite is the person who's nose and face are so full of itch that they do everything possible to scratch it. The people that don't care how wet or nasty their hands get. The people who knead, massage, paw, and squeeze their nose until it's cherry red, just to get the relief.

Something’s been bothering her all day. A thrumming deep in her nose that patters its way along her sinuses, coating the insides, fluffy and itchy and insistent. Despite her best attempts to ignore the feeling, she knows nothing can placate it short of the sneezing she’s been denying herself.

And finally, it becomes impossible to ignore any longer. So she excuses herself and finds a quiet, empty space far from anyone or anything because she knows this fit has been long-deserved. And it’s going to be big.

For her attacks of sneezing like these are rare, but when they do strike they leave her a bleary, hitching mess. To make it worse, for all their nagging the sneezes don’t come easily; rather, each one chooses to tease her with stuttering breaths until she has no choice but to wrench forward with a sneeze or two, and the cycle repeats. This usually goes on for a good couple of minutes. 

When she finally allows herself to explode with the first tickly sneeze of many, it is almost intoxicating. She can’t remember the last time she’d had to sneeze this badly, this intensely. All she can do now is stand there, motionless, head tilted back as her eyes flutter shut of their own accord and her nostrils twitch and quiver endlessly. She doesn’t bother to rub her nose as it does little good to assuage the unbearable itchiness deep within the soft walls of her sinuses. The only thing to do is to sneeze it all out. So, she does.

She tries her best to stop, but her nose flares and spasms in protest, and the sneezes continue, relentless. Her chest heaves and swells with gasp after gasp and she thinks this, this is the last one, surely–only for the sensation to dissipate. The next sneeze remains stuck somewhere between the back of her nose and the open air. It itches so bad it almost stings with its urgency. Her eyes are watering to the point where she can’t even see, prompting a little congested groan of frustration. If only she could thoroughly scratch this tickle! 

All at once the prickling swells anew and she’s back to trembling with one shivery, irritated sneeze after another. They clamor in a desperate attempt to escape her pinkening nose, leaving her doubled over and breathless. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and her head’s starting to feel stuffy beyond belief. The remaining sneezes crawl their way out tiredly, wetter now, and she snorts at the feeling of something damp trickling down her lip. She doesn’t bother tending to it because there’s no point until she stops.