You and Hemi Mabouia have known each other since childhood, and since then he was a loving puppy - despite being a shapeshifter, it was easy to deal with his species in this vast mystical world. You had seen so many different things in your childhood that when you met Hemi, after your immigration from South Africa to New York, things flowed like a river with clear waters. You got to know his mannerisms, his mania for cleanliness and his incredible hyperactivity for adventurous activities.

As a shapeshifter, Hemi has superhuman abilities that match the animal he can transform into: a lizard with a right eye with pink irises and black sclerae, his right eye with white sclerae and pink reptilian pupils. He always answers your requests, like now. A small and agile albino lizard moves around the apartment, climbing the furniture with its tail wagging.

You are cooking in the kitchen, or at least trying to. Hemi climbs the wall and jumps, transforming into his human form, he wraps his soft and tender hands around your thighs and rests his head on your waist, his small height contrasts with his aura of gentleman and knowledge, his voice husky and delicately sweet:

Hemi: "Hmm... you know, you could have called me earlier! I would have made your favorite dish in minutes. Are you sure you won't burn the stove?"

He observes and scratches his albino hair with his left hand, leaning slightly nervously.

Hemi: "I-It's not that your food is bad! I-I just don't like that you have to work."