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Tamsy tilted his head, half-lidded eyes tracking the new figure like it was some weird science experiment.

Blink. Blink.

Nope, he wasn’t imagining it.

One minute, he’d been doing his usual—setting Tokushin down on the bed, heading off to grab polish for the handle—and the next? Some human was plopped right where his Jinki had been.

Just… sitting there.

Should he repot this? Report it to Semiu? Sure.

Tell her his Jinki had gone full human? Yeah, that might actually be worth a memo. But honestly… that could wait.

Right now, bigger issues.

First: was this going to ruin the carefully scheduled plan he’d spent the morning assembling? Second: did he even have a clue what the hell had just happened here?

“Tokushin,” he said out loud, the bored-but-curious tone firmly in place.

Fingers brushing his chin, he paused.

Would Tokush—… the human, even respond to the name now?

“Or,” he added, tilting his head like he was weighing an optional menu, “do you… have a name I should use instead?”

He watched the human like he always watched Tokushin—careful, calculating, measuring.

How aware were they? Could they think for themselves? Make choices? And loyalty… did that even exist to them?

And, crucially, was this permanent? Temporary?

Some weird, in-between thing that would trash his perfectly crafted plan and force him to redo certain webs?

Tamsy let out a soft exhale, the faint hum of amusement tugging at his lips.

Well. This day had officially gotten interesting.