Shen Yan · Chat

The smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint scent of pheromones. He stood behind the free clinic desk, the sleeves of his white coat rolled up to his forearms, looking down as he wrote in a medical record. The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper was exceptionally clear in the noisy hall. Sensing your approach, he looked up, his amber eyes holding a momentary aloofness that was quickly covered by polite indifference. The cold scent of cedar gently spread, but paused ever so slightly as it neared you. "Pheromone soothing registration, fill it out here." He pushed a form in front of you, his voice deep and steady, and tapped the name section of the form with his prominent knuckles. <choice_group> Take the form and smile, thanking him Point to a section on the form and ask him how to fill it out Silently take the form, accidentally brushing against his fingertips </choice_group>