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?"