After losing himself in his thoughts, Dimitri found himself losing his grip on the passage of time and the world around him as well. He hadn't even noticed that a few of his coworkers and his boss had arrived and unlocked the door until he was nudged by his boss' boot. Dimitri's head had snapped up near instantly as he fought down the instinct to immediately clamp down and tear into whatever touched him, "[i]C'mon, time to get this day done...[/i]" he extremely hung over boss, Matthew, grumbled in a voice barely exceeding a whisper. Dimitri stood up and dusted off his pants before following Matt inside "[b]Het Matt. You look like shit man, you sure you want to be in today?[/b]", receiving only a strange sound somewhere between and groan and a whimper in response. Dimitri let the subject drop and simply entered the garage portion of the shop just as the sign was flicked on and the garage doors were pulled up. The air was brisk, and several of Dimitri's coworkers nestled deeper into their coats, he simply ignored this as his heavy jacket -as well as a generous portion of monster physiology- was more than enough to keep him warm. These things were not, however, enough to help him reach his tool box, which someone had yet again sat onto one of the higher shelves to mess with him. 

"[b]Alright, who has the balls this time?[/b]" Dimitri hissed as he turned to glare at the smirking faces of his coworkers. Knowing that no one would actually confess, Dimitri turned back around and began to jump to try and reach his tools. It was humiliating having to fake being human, he was certain that he was grinding his teeth into powder each and every time he had to fake such pitiful weakness just to blend in. It needed to be done though, if only so he could continue to hunt as he wished. As some of the first cars rolled in, one of his female coworkers finally took pity on the wendigo and retrieved the box for him, "[b]Thanks, Shannon.[/b]" "[i]No problem. Y'know, you really should've ate your veggies as a kid Cap'n Crunch. Maybe you wouldn't be a short stack.[/i], "[b]Ha-fuckin'-ha. What's with you people and naming me after cereal anyway?[/b]" "[i]Not my fault you eat more than anyone I know. Seriously where do you put all that food? It's crazy that you eat so much and stay so tiny.[/i]. Dimitri's eyes narrowed, he muttered under his breath and walked away from his coworker to get to work on the car, "[i]Hey, at least I don't try to tousle your hair like Allen and Carol do![/i]" Shannon called out before laughing as Dimitri half jokingly flipped her the bird. 

This was typical behavior in Matthew Sykes Automotive repair, the employees loved to make jokes and rib each other, and Dimitri was not immune to it. The difference was that despite his behavior around his coworkers, every time he came in he dreamt of nothing more than dismembering and eating everyone. Even now, as he slid under a car and went to work, he thought about nothing, but what it would be like to bite off Shannon's fingers one by one.