Wouldn’t want to have snot on Reimu’s upper lip the whole time, would we? Cause that would be really gross.
Reimu plucked a tissue out of its box and blew her nose. That wasn’t enough, so she did it again. And again. An entire pile of dirty tissues was growing in size beside her at an alarming rate. It was like machinery, pluck, blow, crumple, toss. Then…
A minute passed.
In one swift motion, she snatched the empty box and flung it hard as she could at the wall. It connected with a hollow, feeble thunk. The shrine maiden bunched up her covers, buried her face in them and shrieked.
"WHY DOES EVERYTHING SUCK?!"