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sweetpinkpixie · 02-01-2025, 11:52 AM

It wasn't usually his job to stand behind the counter, creature healing work typically taking place in the back rooms to protect the privacy of the Menagerie's patients, but today was one of those slower days when he took over so his colleagues could handle inventory uninterrupted. So here he was, stooding behind the counter, sorting through some new photographs he'd developed yesterday for a new adoption campagne the Menagerie would be hosting next month. His gaze shifted when the door chimed and in walked a customer who, in his amateaur behavioralist's opnion, seemed slightly out of sync with the weight in her eyes and he could see the tension in her body language almost more than her face.

"Certainly," he said softly, his tone designed to soothe. "Some of them are a bit more... opinionated than others, but thereâ€™s one that's been named Tofu by some of the staff whoâ€™s got a particularly soft spot for new faces." He nodded toward the display and the white cat with splotches of cream tabby print here and there on her coat, then gestured for her to follow. "Iâ€™ll introduce you. Tofu is quite the cuddler and really likes to get his face right up there nuzzled into your neck." He offered her another gentle smile as he emerged from behind the counter and began leading the way over towards the feline section of the shop. "Are you hoping to add a new member to your family today, or just here for some company that can purr?" he asked, carefully keeping his hands out of the pockets of his creature healer robes - an important detail in professional settings like this, and one that often echoed in the nagging tone of Madame Benoit whenever his hands strayed toward his pockets.

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