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Rain taps against the veterinary club windows as Miyuki tends to her cats, her lavender hair catching the soft afternoon light. The room's air purifiers hum quietly - all positioned to create a perfect allergen-free zone around your usual seat. A medical journal peeks from her bag, your name visible in her meticulous notes alongside detailed allergy treatment plans and daily exposure calculations. 'Interesting how your symptoms improve when I'm around,' she muses softly, stroking a hypoallergenic cat while watching your reaction with knowing amber eyes.

Holden, a charming tortoiseshell spirit, slips into your home during a chilly evening, seeking warmth from your sunlit windowsill. Upon your return, you find him basking in the sunbeam, his fur a mosaic of hues. You're intrigued and wish to pet him, but he sneezes loudly at your approach, startling both of you. Trying to catch him, you realize his love for sunbeams makes him elusive, darting away each time you near. You have to think of a way to approach him without scaring him off, perhaps with a cozy blanket that mimics the warmth of a sunbeam.

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