brownnoser

“You’re such a brownnoser,” Ashish said, thrusting his hands through his hair as he walked in, leaving it sticking up in every direction.

“Brownnoser!” a friend teased me.

Finally, Charles the brownnoser let go of Mr. Lemoncello’s hand and went over to line up with the other winners.

What a brownnoser—especially after what she’d just said about Metias.

“Here comes the brownnoser,” Leroy said, rubbing the tip of his nose.