#aikaoruwrites

"...Gesundheit."

you could visibly see him leaning outside the obviously closed shut window, showering the grass with his nasty ectoplasm from the second floor to avoid 'ruining' your fine establishment, which was your office. It is where he could appear fully without needing to struggle hiding himself or even stifling to the pit of second death. The angry red tint painted on his nose was a good contrast to the rest of his blue hued translucent body, well, at least to you.

"*sdrgk-snrf!* AHh— hmngf, *aHEmb. cough.* Abpologies. I couldh'tHh—snrgk!—couldh't hold id bahgk." He replied, the rhythmic wet squelch came from him as he desperately rubbed his two itchy nostrils. Only for him to result in another hitching agony. "AehH-... *sdrrrfgk—!!* ughb. HhEh—!hyiEghH—... HhAEhH—!!! ... goh'd heaveds abovbe." His mumbles were clear as he tried to desperately shake off his remaining cold along with the pollen that keeps passing through his entire system.

You finally settled your eyes on him just to check, the palm of his heel had already met the great waterfall. His eyes were puffing red, not to mention the state of his poor sinuses that barely needs to function in the afterlife. Thick blobs of glowing mucus ran down from both nostrils as he— *snrgk! sDRGkkk!! ughb.* ...as he tried to sniffle it all back into his nasal passages. You glanced at your work one last time before standing up to walk towards the window, *eghh—...* opening it slightly to let just enough of pollen inside.

"O-oh, uhb, *sdrgk-snrf!* w-whad are yo—oUHh!! HyiEghh!! —hHg'kK!" It was clear the effects of your decision was imminent. "Helping you let it all out of your system." You said, knowing you couldn't exactly be heard due to all the hitching and how muffled his ears must be now. Both his nostrils flared desperately, as his hitches grew shorter, eager, and— "Hh-HeAHg'DZSJ—hiew!! aHGk'DTCH—ieww!!" The first two was denial, messy, yet he attempted to keep it contained despite them already leaking through his caged fingers. Now the second round— "HyEHh'NGTch!—nG'KTch!—NGk'TCHh—" Oh wow that's— "*sdrgk! snrfK...* —kHh!! hHREGh'DZSJh—ieGhh—!!! oghhh.. i'b so sorry—hHih-sRgk!" Not what you expected at all.

He slowly pulled away his drenched palms as it oozed warm ectoplasmic mucus through his fingers, his eyes watering due to half embarrassment and half relief. You shut the windows closed, "Did that relieve you in any way?" The ghost fumbled for his cravat before— *PBBBbbbfrhgg—!!!* blowing the leftover gunk into it. "*sdrGk—gh'mbh. ahEbmh.* umb, yes, preddy mbuch. thagk youHh!-*hmBh.*"