After the overblot ended, Jamil had a feeling that... things were tense.

No, they were definitely tense.

He was used to having an annoying ball of sunshine jumping around him like an overly excited dog, which sometimes made him want to murder him. More than once. He was used to seeing Kalim cry every time he ate curry in front of him, and smirking meanly about it. He was used to being used as a cuddle plush, by the same young man he was meant to serve and be respectful to... and that was his life, no matter how much he complained about it- complained about him.

But now, things were... different.