Aachhooo!

The sound echoed all the way from the kitchen and into the living room where Richard was watching an old movie.

Carrin kept his handkerchief back into the pocket of his pants and touched his forehead to see that he was about to fall sick, or rather, had fallen pretty bad already.

Are you alright?

He heard his master's voice and he turned to the door to see the handsome older man leaning on the doorframe and looking at him in concern.

Carrin was flushing a cute shade of pink. But whether it was because he was embarrassed or sick or something else, his master couldn't figure out.