Soul Destroyer walks into the office with a coffee, he accidentally trips and drops the coffee on the floor. He falls to his knees and throws his fists into the air and screams "No!" in a demonic voice.

Felicia still wasn't completely sure why she spent her time at an meager human office, working a meager human job. She wasn't human after all and she could very well just go live her life off the grid and happy with it. After all, werelions, are quite capable of surviving out in the wilderness just fine. However, if Felicia was being completely honest to herself, she was a material girl in a material world. She liked her electronics and food she didn't have to go catch and tv. So, if she wanted to keep those things coming, she has to work for it.

So there she was, standing behind Soul Destroyer as he dropped his coffee. "Oh, that suc-" she began to say when the man dropped to his knees and let out a loud cry into the heavens. Her lips puckered as if she had just sucked on something extremely sour. She narrowed her eyes on the man in front of her. "Just go make some more in the break room, Jesus." She then attempted to wiggle her way into the office. The man was blocking the whole dang doorway.

After Soul Destroyer was finished despairing over his spilled coffee, He noticed that Felicia was behind him. He stood up quickly out of the way so she could pass by. "Sorry, didn't see you there." He said. Afterwards Soul Destroyer cleaned up the spilled coffee and disposed of the paper cup. Soul Destroyer then decided to take Felicia's suggestion of getting more coffee from the break room. He headed down the hallway and walked into the break room.

Soul Destroyer couldn't help but frown at the sight of the empty coffee machine. He was hoping there would be a fresh pot of coffee waiting for him but unfortunately not. So Soul Destroyer went ahead and filled the coffee machine with grounds and water and then Pressed the power button. the machine began to make noises and heat up as it was starting to brew a fresh pot of coffee. While the coffee machine did its thing Soul Destroyer looked over some papers he brought with him to pass the time.

Seb enters the break room, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, giving a half hearted salute to his co-worker. The smell of coffee brewing in the machine perks him up a bit, shoulders untensing as he makes his way to the fridge to rummage through the various sized lunches. One of the containers (Araneae's he guessed, if the spiny little critters inside trying to pry their way out was any indication) jostled as several sharp, bony legs clawed at his sleeves through the cracks in the lid. He gives it a large smack, evoking shrill hissing in response. He gives it a few more until the legs retreat back into the container, finally grasping his lunch bag at the back of the fridge and slamming the door shut.

Maybe eating out would be more convenient at this point.

The beeping of the coffee maker was absolutely melodic, drawing him to the counter and pouring out a tall paper cup. He holds it out to Soul Destroyer. "You're first in line, right?"