Delphin hummed a gentle tune, waiting for more customers to come in, but it was dead quiet happen say from the few supernatural beings that lingered at tables. Either chatting, reading, or working. She cleaned the counter quietly, keeping busy so she didn't get into trouble with her boss at all.

Jackson finished up stocking that product dragging the cart down the aisle to stock the next product, letting out a pained frustrated sigh as his muscles hated the repetitive motion of lifting something onto the shelf multiple times. His inside wolf whined to go for a run, but ever since supernatural beings started vanishing many wolves were put on house arrest, from shifting. As it were possible for them to be distinguished from regular wolves, as they are much much bigger than the average wolf.

Victoria eventually started to take papers off the seemingly ever-growing stack, one at a time. That's how they had to be done. One at a time. Painstakingly, she got through them one by one, diminishing the stack by a considerable amount. By the end of her shift, she felt like dying, if she could. Then she wouldn't have to choose between food and a decent couple of decades of life.



At this, Ezhno took his leave. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be here much longer, he was starting to get uncomfortable, and he wasn't sure why. He quickly walked out, deciding to maybe just try again tomorrow with a renewed, better outlook. As he quickly walked home, he found it strange that the uncomfortable feeling wasn't fading the farther he got. He glanced around, trying to keep his head down.

(Let's see if I can start spelling my character's name right xD)

Delphin hummed, finishing up cleaning the last table waving at the customers that were leaving, she sighed after it was done sitting at the island herself head in hands. She was tired and emotionally/socially drained, her shoulders visibly drooped, this is the only other thing she hated about working here was the drained feeling she got after her long 8 hours shift. It didn't feel long, but it was long enough to feel like a pain in the rear, 'Maybe I should do what that office girl said' she hummed gently as her boss walked out. Grumbling something about lazy workers and she glared at him from under her lashes, he was a fair distance from her that he didn't see her, but she heard him.

Jackson sighed finishing up the mopping job and dragging the bucket and mop to the back, his own back hurting from having to mop up some pretty resistant stains. He grumbled unhappily, but was ready to go home. "Am I good to go?" He asked the boss cleaning out the bucket and putting the mop head into the laundry. His boss nodded as he clocked out and left the store through the employee exit rather than the front door.