Get ready to dip me in lava, because here it is, a fuckin' crack fic featuring Reed with a snz fetish! Listen, guys... idk what happened to me, I haven't written a character with a snz kink in like over 10 years, but apparently the demons got to me and I had to bang this thing out. In it, Reed tells Greyson he has a snz kink, Greyson induces for him during sex, then Greyson gets sick the next day. There is no plot. There is only my horn-brain. Is this fic actually in the canon? Mmm.... probably not lol. I'll let you all decide if you think it should be; I fear I may have written too many stories with Reed where he at least seemingly does NOT have the kink, so I'm not sure it would make sense to include it in the canon. Whatever, either way, I hope you like it and let me know what you think and whether Reed with the kink becomes canon!~
CW: 2.5k words (light as hell for me lmao) M snz/M cold, inducing, contagion possibility, though no contagion ~actually~ happens in-fic, light mess, character with the kink, character sneezing on another character. There is nudity & foreplay, but no sex.
Worth It
“Shit – is it supposed to feel like tha – HRRSHH-uh! HUHTSCHH-ue!”
Pupils blown and mouth dry, Reed couldn’t find his voice to answer; he was too busy taking in the sight before him. Greyson, stripped down to nothing, sneezing helplessly with the powder still on one of his nostrils. Reed swallowed, attempting to keep from coming right then and there.
“God, it’s like cocaine times a thousahh – HRTSHHH-ue! USHHH-ue! Shit, I feel like I snorted a line of Vick’s Vapor Rub – HRRTSHH-uh!” If the sneezing hadn’t been enough, the commentary alone could’ve taken Reed right to the edge. Above him on the bed, Greyson collapsed over and over, giving in with vigor to the continued paroxysms, while Reed felt himself get harder with each passing spasm. As Greyson geared up for another fit, Reed sat up and placed a gentle hand on his boyfriend’s chest.
“Babe,” he said, voice hoarse with desire, “if it’s not too much to ask, could you, um, do that… a little closer?”
Clearly, in the initial shock of snorting the powder, Greyson had forgotten the reason they were there. Blushing beneath rheumy eyes, the chef leaned down so he was in Reed’s full view. “Sorry,” he said, voice hitching. “Kind of forgohh – forgot what we were doihh – HRTSSH! NGTSXCHH-ue!”
These two were directed right at Reed, the spray catching his chest and face. Reed groaned in pleasure while Greyson covered his mouth with his palm entirely too late. “Fuck, sorry babe, this shit is really fucking strong. Hh-! HRSTCHHH-ue!”
“Don’t apologize,” Reed said, emboldened. He gently pulled Greyson’s palm away from his face, kissed his boyfriend as hard as he could. “And don’t you dare cover your face.”
It was Greyson’s turn to moan; he pulled away from Reed for a moment, taking in his face. “This really does it for you, huh?” he asked, sniffling. A flush crept over Reed’s face and he looked down, embarrassed.
“I – yeah, I mean, obviously,” he said, a self-deprecating laugh following the admission. “But if you don’t like it baby, we definitely don’t...”
The words fizzled out in Reed’s mouth as Greyson’s face once again crumpled with the need to sneeze. In that moment, Reed changed his tune. For now, it didn’t matter to him whether or not Greyson was into this; it was happening, and hell, Greyson had initiated it – he’d been the one to research ways to make himself sneeze when Reed had admitted to having a ‘weird kink’, had even been the one to buy the powder – and Reed was going to enjoy it. Greyson attempted to tip his head back, but Reed stopped him, grabbing his mess of blonde waves and pulling him in for another kiss.
“Baby,” Greyson panted around Reed’s lips. “I’m gonna -”
“Then do it,” Reed said into Greyson’s mouth. “But I’m not pulling away.”
It wasn’t as though Greyson had a choice; the sneeze powder had had its way with him, and there was little he could do to stop it. “HUHHTSCHH-ue!” Greyson tried turning his head to keep from sneezing directly into Reed’s face, but Reed’s hand stayed firm. When the spray hit him, Reed gasped in ecstasy; he let go of Greyson’s head to sink his nails into the chef’s back, allowing Greyson to dip into his neck for the next three – “HRRTSH! HUHESCHHOO! HTTSHH-ue!”
When the fit finally subsided, Reed could’ve been pushed over the edge with a single touch. He sat back, admiring Greyson’s stuffy-looking face, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself – he wasn’t quite ready for this to be over yet.
“Christ, sorry babe,” Greyson said again. This time, Reed laughed.
“Sorry that I held your head to sneeze on me?” he asked, prompting a laugh from Greyson. “I mean, apology accepted.”
“Yeah… yeah, alright, fair enough,” Greyson said, sniffling again. “I think I finally got it all out, but wow that is… that’s certainly something.” Reed flushed again, and Greyson lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. “You liked it?”
Again, Reed couldn’t find words; he was too busy studying Greyson’s pink nose, his watering eyes, his mouth parted slightly to breathe better. Lost for what to say, Reed simply nodded.
Greyson smiled. “Then I love it,” he said, pulling Reed’s face in for a kiss. When they pulled away, Greyson reached over to the side table to grab the powder again. “This time,” he said, sniffing it in and pushing Reed back onto the bed, “I’m gonna make it cuuhh – HRRSHH!Snrf!Count.”
***
“Are you okay?”
From his side of the couch, Greyson whipped his head towards Reed and pulled his hand away from his neck. “Huh?” he asked, distracted. Reed put the book he’d been reading on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow.
“Long night?” he prodded. “You’ve barely said two words to me since you got home.”
“Oh,” Greyson said, shrugging. “Yeah, no, it was fine just – my lymph nodes have been super fuckin’ sore all day and it’s pissing me off.” Oh.
Reed pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. “Does your throat hurt?” he asked. Again, Greyson shrugged.
“Yeah, kind of,” he said, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and clicking it on. “Not terribly or anything.”
The back of Reed’s brain throbbed – sick, sick, sick it chanted, the least developed part of his evolution seeing immediately exactly what it wanted to see – but Reed forced himself to quiet it. Don’t be a fucking freak, he thought, moving closer to Greyson. It’s probably nothing.
“Can I…?” Reed asked, miming touching Greyson’s lymph nodes. His boyfriend nodded, barely paying attention, while Reed gently placed his fingers on either side of his neck. Inside his chest, Reed’s heart thumped hard and fast; he hoped Greyson couldn’t feel it in his fingertips.
“Well, they’re certainly swollen,” he said, keeping his voice light. “Are you feeling okay other than that? You seemed fine, uh, last night…”
At that Greyson grinned, wolf-like, and abandoned the phone to crawl damn near into Reed’s lap. “Sneezy, for sure,” he teased, kissing Reed’s cheek. “But yeah, fine other than that.”
Reed flushed. “If you weren’t feeling well yesterday, you could’ve told me,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “We could’ve waited to do… that.”
“Mmm, I don’t think we could’ve waited,” Greyson laughed, nuzzling into Reed’s neck. “But also, I felt fine last night. And I’m fine now, baby, like I said it’s just a little sore throat – no need to worry.” He swung his legs over Reed’s lap then, prompting his boyfriend to rub his aching soles.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he moaned, eyes closed. Reed hummed an inaudible thanks, and Greyson let one eye pop back open. “You better hope it’s nothing,” he joked. “Because you’re fucked if it’s not.”
They both laughed then – Greyson in earnest and Reed hollowly – until Greyson suddenly wrenched to the side. “Hh-! HRTSHH-uhh!”
Reed felt his mouth go dry as Greyson absently wiped his nose on the back of his hand. He shifted in his seat, the thought of Greyson’s soon-to-be cold once again bringing to the forefront of his mind the most animal part of him. That carnal part grabbed at his consciousness and threw him back to the night before – to holding Greyson’s head in place as he sneezed into his face, over his chest, and onto his neck – making his head spin and his blood move rapidly southward. Reed stood and excused himself to the bedroom.
Fucked, he thought, close to panting. Sure.
***
“Oh, you poor thing, you look awful.”
Placing his knife bag on the kitchen counter, Greyson coughed out a laugh at his boyfriend’s concerned face. “Thangks,” he said, placing a swift kiss on Reed’s cheek. The look of concern painted across his boyfriend’s face prompted Greyson to place a warm hand on his cheek. “It’s just a cold, love, ndo ndeed to freak out, okay?”
Nodding, Reed pulled out a bar stool and motioned for Greyson to sit. “I made curry,” he said, bowling the stewed meat and vegetables over rice. “You have to eat a little something at least, okay?”
“Thangk you, baby,” Greyson said, taking the bowl. “I’mb starving.”
As Greyson tucked into the meal, Reed leaned back against the kitchen island and took his boyfriend in. Reed had known when they woke up this morning that Greyson was sick, much as the chef was wont to admit it, but now, post-shift, he looked markedly worse than he had when he left. Pale, bloodshot eyes, and red-rimmed nostrils; he was the picture of cold-ridden. Greyson was always an exceptionally good-looking guy, especially in Reed’s eyes, but like this… well, Reed was having a difficult time keeping himself from pawing at his boyfriend in this state.
“Hh-!” Greyson’s breath hitched suddenly. “HRTZCHH-ue! Snrf. ’Scuse mbe,” he said, then, looking up at Reed’s face, he amended his statement. “You’re welcombe,” he smiled.
Reed pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. He’d told boyfriends about his kink before – at thirty-five it would’ve been hard to get away with keeping it completely to himself all his life – but none had ever responded quite like Greyson. Mostly, they would ignore it or pretend they had forgotten Reed had told them at all. Some would pander to him – begrudgingly, it often seemed – but never had he ever had someone seem so… down to be a part of it. Reed wasn’t sure how to respond to Greyson’s immediate boldness around something Reed assumed was so foreign to him. It felt good, honestly, to be seen and acknowledged and indulged… but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to respond to Greyson’s lack of timidity regarding kink. It was new territory for him.
He decided on a light joke. “You’re a brat,” he said, rolling his eyes and moving to clean up dinner’s leftovers. Greyson shrugged.
“I’mb out here giving my boyfriend exactly what he wants and I’mb a brat? Rude.” He dissolved into a short fit of coughs then, turning away to aim them into the crook of his arm. Reed glanced up from the dishes.
“You okay?”
“I’mb good,” Greyson managed, clearing his throat. “I fear I mbay be passing away, but other than that I’mb good.”
This time, Reed did laugh. “You are so dramatic,” he said, wiping his hands on a cloth and moving to sit beside his boyfriend. Greyson smiled.
“You love it,” he said, picking up one of Reed’s hands and gently kissing his palm. He did love it, despite himself. Reed had staunchly refused to date within the food and beverage industry previously, simply because of the drama that surrounded it – drama that Greyson absolutely loved to be a part of. But with him, for some reason, the drama didn’t bother Reed. It was just who Greyson was, and Greyson wasn’t the type of person to hide who he was; if there was anything Reed envied in Greyson, it was that.
The warmth in Reed’s stomach spread as Greyson’s warm lips pressed against his hand. Maybe Greyson was just… different than other guys. Maybe he was finally Reed’s perfect match.
Reed felt his face flush. “I do,” he said quietly, placing the hand on Greyson’s face. Warm, but not feverish. “Kiss me.” Reed leaned in then – only for Greyson to turn his head.
“Baby, I don’t wannda get you sick,” he said when he saw Reed’s furrowed brow – the upset look quickly morphed into one of bemusement.
“Honey,” Reed said, choosing his words carefully. “I, um… I don’t know if you remember a couple of nights ago, but I think that ship may have already sailed.” Greyson pressed his own eyebrows together – then raised them when he remembered.
“Oh,” he said, making a face that somehow perfectly encapsulated the word oops. “Shit, I forgot about that. I mbean, that was before I started feeling shitty, so you should be finde, right?”
Internally, Reed weighed his options for response; after a moment, he settled on the truth. “I… I think you’re contagious before you start, um. Showing symptoms,” Reed said. Greyson’s face fell, and he rubbed his nose hard with the back of his hand.
“Shit,” Greyson repeated. “Well, uh… hopefully your immbune system is fully ramped up then – hh...hhhIGTSZCHH-ue! Fuck, excuse mbe,” Greyson stood up from the barstool and grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen, blowing his nose as quietly as he could manage.
Reed’s breath quickened as he said, “Bless you.” Greyson nodded.
“Thangk you,” he said, tossing the paper towel. He shot his boyfriend an apologetic look, rubbed the back of his own neck, embarrassed. “Sorry if I give you this, hondey.”
Without thinking, Reed barked out a laugh. “Greyson,” he said, “if anyone has ever been asking for it when it comes to getting sick, it’s me literally holding your face to my face when I know you’re about to sneeze. Let’s… I mean, let’s be honest about that.”
Greyson coughed out a giggle as well. “I mbean, when you put it that way,” he said, taking Reed’s hand and pulling him in. “I guess there’s ndo real reason for mbe not to do this.” He kissed Reed then, slow and deep, his tongue slipping between his boyfriend’s lips like a secret. A moan escaped Reed without him meaning it to.
“Baby,” Greyson said into Reed’s mouth. “Will you take care of mbe? I don’t feel wehh… huh..!” Greyson’s foreplay was suddenly cut off then by his breath hitching. “Onesec -” he breathed, turning away from Reed to crumple into his elbow.
“HRRTZCHH-ue! Hh-! HhhESTZCHH-ue!” Greyson coughed for a moment before turning back to Reed, an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said, sniffling.
Reed was, again, at a loss for words. “Bless you,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. Greyson grinned.
“Mban,” he said, clearing his throat. “I fuckigg love this. Easiest foreplay of mby liii – HRTZCHH!” This time, Greyson hadn’t had time to turn away; Reed felt the mist of his boyfriend’s sneeze lay over him like a light blanket as he shivered with desire.
“Fuck,” Reed whispered, pulling Greyson in for a hungry, desirous kiss. Greyson was only too happy to reciprocate; he yanked Reed’s shirt over his head and licked up his torso, sniffling when he got to the base of his boyfriend’s throat. Reed couldn’t take it any longer; he pushed Greyson to the ground right there in the kitchen, stripping himself and his boyfriend down to nothing in record time.
Before they could go any further, Reed pressed his lips to Greyson’s once again. When they pulled away, Greyson was smiling, amused.
“Well, if you weren’t goigg to get sick before,” he said, coursing his fingers through Reed’s short, dark hair, “you certainly will ndow.”
Reed, consumed by desire, began kissing along Greyson’s neck, his torso, his hips. Before going any lower, Reed turned his face towards Greyson’s, his face flushed with lust.
I feel like grass is so underrated as a cause. It releases pollen on its own, but can be made worse by being cut. The cuttings that are left behind can be deliberately used for inducing, and even people who aren’t allergic can be made to sneeze with a sufficiently long blade. Grass is in gardens, parks, fields, basically any outdoor space. What can’t she do?
Someone mentioned they thought it was hot that I used this term, and ever since, I have not been able to stop thinking about it...
Having your nose feathered...
Just having someone stroke a feather all around your itchy, twitching nose... they're gonna make you sneeze, sure enough, but first they're gonna tease you... they're gonna run the silky blade of that feather under your nostrils, flick the tip back and forth over your septum, and maybe even twirl it across your cupid's bow before they finally give you what you want... what you need... slipping it inside each nostril in turn until they find that ticklish spot, then holding you still so they can tickle it gently, but mercilessly... maybe they even tease you a bit more at this point, waiting until you hitch a few times, before stopping... letting you hang on the precipice of release just long enough for the urge to die down... then they start again, tickling and feathering away, the fiendishly soft tip teasing that sweet spot... until they finally let you discharge that huge sneeze they've been building up for you... bringing shuddering relief from that terrible, allergic itch you've had all day. It is spring, after all... you sniffle as they wipe your flushed nose, saying, "Goodness, bless you! Well now, don't you feel better? Let's get you cleaned up." 💙
This felt like a fun little prompt to do with Mark, so here’s my boy.
It’s just a short and sweet little ficlet where Mark is suffering from allergies and decides to use some pepper to get some stuck sneezes out.
Anyway, thanks for the continued support! I’m so glad that people are enjoying my motley crew of college students!
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Mark was going to lose his mind.
He knew it was going to be a bad day when he woke up and his eye felt gritty and itchy. Like a hundred tiny grains of pollen were assaulting his senses.
His suspicions were confirmed when he checked his phone to find that the pollen counts were higher than they’d ever been, reaching record-breaking heights. Mark could only hope his allergy meds would take the edge off.
They kind of worked.
The meds did their job, and Mark didn’t sneeze for the entirety of his work shift, but now he was home, and the dull buzzing itch in the back of his nose was driving him insane.
But every time he built up to a sneeze…
“hh! Hhh! hehh… h’uhhH-…gnh…”
It’d do that, tease him with tantalizing breathy hitches, and just as he hit the climax, the sensation would fizzle out. Leaving him watery-eyed and miserable.
He couldn’t take it anymore, digging through his spice rack, squinting at bottles until he found his prize with a nose of triumph. In his hand, he held a jar with the label on the side reading pepper.
Mark's stomach fluttered as he poured a small pile of pepper onto the palm of his hand. He’d only ever induced sneezes when indulging his girlfriend, and usually she was the one taking charge.
This was his first time trying out something like this by himself.
It couldn’t be too hard, though; he’d sneeze from pepper before when his food was overseasoned, so this couldn’t be much different.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Mark brought the small pile of pepper up to his nose, snorting as he let the small black grains disappear into his nose, and the first thing he noticed was the burn.
He scrubbed at his nose, trying to alleviate the sting, but it just felt like he was rubbing the pepper into his sensitive nasal membrane.
It was bad; his eyes were watering so much that it felt like he was crying.
“Kff..Kf…ehem…hihh…”
Then the burning abated slightly, and he felt a pinprick of irritation like a grain of pepper had wormed its way to the most sensitive part of his nose and was sitting on it. Digging in with each thick snuffle.
His head tilted back slightly as he was at the mercy of his nose, chest heaving as his breath hiccuped with hitching breaths.
“—heh-hH! HhHUh’dssSSCCHhhuhw!HhhDTSSCHHHhihww!eh’TZZSSHIEW!"
Mark didn’t even have time to bring up his hand to cover as each sneeze came barrelling out of him, one after another.
This went on for ten minutes until he felt the fit starting to wind down. His breath hitched deeper as he geared up for what was sure to be a massive sneeze, his chest ballooning out as he snapped in half.
“–hHHRRZZSCHHH’HUE!!”
He leaned against the counter, with a knuckle pressed to the underside of his nose, waiting to see if it was really over.
Luckily for him, that last sneeze seemed to do the trick, ridding his nose of the last of the pepper.
Mark’s shoulders sagged with exhaustion as he made a mental note to never snort pepper ever again.
*POKEMON IS OWNED BY NINTENDO AND GAMEFREAK. ALL CHARACTERS ARE DEPICTED AS 18+ Y/O. THIS STORY IS NOT TO BE USED FOR AI TRAINING OF ANY SORT.*
For a Pokemon Trainer, Mina was pretty lax in terms of actual combat strength. Yeah she was a trial captain for the Alola region but she didn’t care much for that. It was just a means to an end for her. She wanted to paint. Paint supplies cost money. Money comes from being employed by the Pokemon league. So she couldn’t exactly have one without the other. But it was a small sacrifice. So long as the majority of her days were spent with a brush in her hand, she couldn’t complain. Like this day for instance. She had been working up the creativity to begin a new piece and this was the day she would do so.
That was the hope at least.
For hours now, Mina had just been staring at a blank canvas waiting for something to strike. She was standing up on a cliff on Akala Island overlooking the ocean. This was usually a good place to stoke Mina’s creative fires but today…nothing.
“Artist block is a pain in the ass…” The fairy type user groaned.
Her Pokemon seemed to agree with her. At least the ones she brought with her today. All she had was her Granbull who was holding an open can of blue paint, and her Ribombee perched on her shoulder. Both of them looked at their trainer with vastly different expressions but similar thoughts. It’s a rare day when Trial Captain Mina is low on inspiration but the two of them didn’t know how to help her. Her last few pieces were marvels and were now hanging proudly on display at her father’s restaurant on the neighboring island. They were eager to see what would follow those ones, and apparently so was their trainer.
One hand rested on her hip and the other was twiddling a brush covered in paint on her fingers. She could feel the bristles tap tap tap against the side of her nose, not caring at all that she was blotching her face with blue paint.
A gentle breeze flew past her face. Gentle as it was, it was enough for Ribombee to start flapping its wings to stay perched on Mina’s shoulder. The feeling of her bee Pokemon’s wings near her face made Mina on reflex jerk her hand away. The motion made her swip the tip of the paintbrush across the tip and under underside of her nose. The rims of her nostrils were now covered in a sizable glob of blue paint, and some of it had flown inside them when Mina sniffed in her next breath.
The reaction was immediate. Mina’s eyes fluttered nearly as fast as her Pokemon’s were and the paintbrush fell out of her hand. She had meant to turn away but this sneeze had grown past the tipping point much faster than she was used to. Normally she felt a tickle slowly build and climax but this one was just rushing down her nasal passages like wildfire.
“Huh….uuhhh….uuuuUUUHHSCHEEEE!”
Mina was never one to so much as raise a pinky to try and cover her sneezes. She was usually out on her own anyway. Who was there to sneezes on? The trees? The surf?
….her canvas?
Once her vision refocused, Mina looked straight at her now ruined canvas covered in various sized splotches from her paint powered sneeze.
“Ah bummer…I didn’t bother to bring another canvas…wait….hey….hey wait a minute…”
Right as she was gonna call the day a dud, Mina stepped closer to the canvas. She didn’t know what it was, but when she looked at a different angle, she could see something there…something begging to be complete.
“Whoa…this could be a great abstract with a little more effort.”
Growing a smirk, the girl crossed her eyes and took a look at the top of her nose, still covered in a coat of blue. Then she reached down to grab her paintbrush and looked at her doglike Pokemon.
“Granbull, bring me some more colors.”
And from there, it began. One by one the cans of fresh paint all opened up. One at a time, Mina dipped the brush into a color and smeared the paint all over her nose leaving a good enough size to get right in her nostrils. Every single strand of the brush she could feel despite being wet with paint. Around the bridge and sides of her nose, they tickled lightly and made her open her mouth in a small giggle. It was when they got under and in her nose when the real fun started. The moment Mina felt the first bit of paint hit the inside her nostrils, a switch was set off. Her nose hairs all looked like trees from a fairy tale with hoe colorful they were getting. The feeling made her nasal cavity tickle that much more and build up to a new stroke of her next work.
“Huh…..huh……uhhhh! Uh…….”
Her eyes closed tight and all she could hope for was decent aim.
“UuuuhhhSCHHEEE! Huh! UUHHHSSSCHEEEE!”
Sneeze after sneeze, color after color and the canvas lost bit after bit of white on it.
“UHHHSSCHHEEE!”
Mina’s sneezes echoed all around the cliff as they got louder. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagined she would curse herself for not thinking of taking a paintbrush to her nose sooner. Yet her she was.
Her loudest sneeze of them all, brought on by the pink paint, was the one to finish her intentional fit.
Her Ribombee hovered over holding a towel in its tiny grip. Mina immediately took it and blew her nose expelling a kaleidoscope of snot and paint into it. She couldn’t tell which was which in some areas. Hell as much wiping and cleaning she did, it was apparent the outside of her nose wasn’t gonna fade anytime soon. Hell her nose itself looked like a painting. Splotches of reds, blues, greens, and so many other colors covered it like a child with a coloring book.
Once she took at her canvas, Mina deemed it was all worth it.
Though abstracts were never one of Mina’s favorite kinds of artwork, she had to admit, they weren’t all bad. Especially this one. What her nose had created was something Mina had only seen in her dreams. Vibrant colors where they needed to be, dark colors where darkness was needed, it was beautiful. She couldn’t tell what it all meant but that was the whole point of abstract it seems. Everyone can interpret it in their own way.
“Far out. If I could high five my nose, I would.”
The next night, Mina was at her father’s restaurant for the unveiling of her new piece. It was met with great positive energy that seemed to surprise her. For her first foray into abstract, she wasn’t expected this good a reception. That feeling was multiplied when her father came over and hugged her in congratulations. She knew he liked he art, but even he seemed more moved by this than usual.
“It’s beautiful, Mina.” Her father compliment. “You gotta tell me, how did you come to make this one?”
As she looked back and forth between her new piece and her biggest fan, Mina just smirked.
“What can I say? Sometimes you just gotta look right under your nose.”
