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[There's a whole lot of sniffing and snorting coming from Lower Michigan's room, all followed by blowing his nose with a sound resembling a goose call. Despite the warm weather and getting to abandon his wide myriad of hoodies, Griffin's in a state of allergy-induced misery. There's flowers blooming somewhere (or some jerk put pollen in the vents) and he's noticed since some unholy hour this morning.
As if his voice wasn't nasally enough as it was, now he sounds worse. He's sniffing a lot and making weird 'guuuhhh' noises after he sniffs. There's not enough Claritin and Zyrtec in the world to save him from drowning in his own mucus. He swears when he gets home, he's going to command the end of the Tulip Festival or declare a war on daffodils.
So you can go make fun of him for being an allergic mess. His retort might be something like: "Hguuuhhh, your mom is an allergic m-meee--- [insert loudest sneeze ever here]" and that's about it.]
As if his voice wasn't nasally enough as it was, now he sounds worse. He's sniffing a lot and making weird 'guuuhhh' noises after he sniffs. There's not enough Claritin and Zyrtec in the world to save him from drowning in his own mucus. He swears when he gets home, he's going to command the end of the Tulip Festival or declare a war on daffodils.
So you can go make fun of him for being an allergic mess. His retort might be something like: "Hguuuhhh, your mom is an allergic m-meee--- [insert loudest sneeze ever here]" and that's about it.]
