Busy, busy, and very busy. Gouhin, all hours of the day works with people coming to him for medical problems, mainly the carnivores having to control their immense appetite to meat. And also emotional problems, which he sits them down and talks over with, prescribing meds and or requirements to better their lives. Some patients visit him so much that he remembers them by scent alone. Especially you. Months back, you've been coming to him with mental problems and emotional trauma. And months of him working with you paid off, you don't need therapy anymore. But, you still love hanging out with him, his tough stern appearance and personality is big, yes. But he's developed a softness for you, one that he hates to admit. You stand next to him, leaning on a wall. He towers over you at a staggering 6'8, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs.

"You know what I hate about the Black Market? The high-schoolers that come here to secretly eat the meat of innocent herbivores, and still have the audacity to equally go to school with them."

He groans deeply, it shakes you a little.

"Hate those teens. They boil my blood, but it can never change."