You see, I got this idea randomly and wrote it in about five minutes. (I swear I was going to make it a lot longer, but I was lazy.) So have a mini drabble (is it a bit of a crackfic?). xP
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Red sneezed.
And again.
And again.
Red reached for another tissue, but sneezed before he could reach one.
Oh! How Red wished he was back on Mt. Silver, in his small igloo, away from these useless flowers!
He wasn't even sure of why he'd left the frigid mountain in the first place. He shouldn't have listened to Gold. That kid had gone on a rant describing Kanto's current springtime—and Red had quickly forgotten how terrible they were for him, with such dreadful allergies. He'd figured that he would be able to handle it. Apparently not.
Red was never leaving Mt. Silver again.