"I think everyone is focused on their work, that's why it's so quiet over here." Soomin said in a groggy tone before she sipped on her mug filled up with strong coffee to wake up fully from her half-asleep state. With quiet steps, she walked towards her seat, placing the mug beside her to continue working on her tasks.
@paulina s. ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵛ "or like walking into a zombie-infested area unarmed," ursula widens her eyes as her lips curl into a frown. "i guess you're right about that. but i do want to hoard some of those higher quality stuff, so..." she turns to paulina and raises her brows once. "... gotta get to work."
@ursula c. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ "mhm," she hums, taking another sip of her own coffee. "that's exactly why. it's like dropping a supply box in the middle of a dystopian wasteland," she says before pursing her lips. "i've been known to hoard a couple times. honestly, though, with that amount of crap i put in my drinks, i'm wired enough for the whole day."
@paulina s. ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵛ "oh my god, is that why they finish out faster than they were being stocked?" she gapes at paulina before quickly closing , tilting her head to the side as if she's trying to process the new information. "okay, but do you do that too? cause i'm so gonna do it now."
@james m. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ i'm doing fine at work, excuse you. i meant when i'm working for you. oh, c'mon, boss. you can't just fire anyone, not the most beautiful and only woman in your department. i would've explained it in simple terms for you, but if you're that set on not giving craps, then suit yourself.
@james m. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ placing a hand on her chest in faux offense, paulina gave a soft, dramatic gasp. "james, i've done nothing but respect and love you and get you prospective financial reports on time and this is what i get? your middle finger? i'm shocked and appauled."
@ursula c. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ "some people hoard cups in their drawers," she explains in a hushed tone before pausing meaningfully. "but you didn't hear that from me. can't be too mad though, survival of the fittest and all that jazz"
"really now? well, just know the feelings aren't mutual." he bluntly states as he flips paulina off, rolling his eyes at the cheeky smile given. "no matter how much bad vibes i give— it doesn't really actually affect any of you lot if you still act this way."
"girl, you have me sold at vanilla," ursula sighs contentedly, before frowning and stretching her arms out. "i really should, huh? i swear, it's like the company doesn't provide us with enough of good coffee to function properly."
@ursula c. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ even if you didn't like my face, sweetheart— you have to still actually do fine at work. otherwise i gotta fire you and i doubt you would actually like that.
i... what the does that even mean? wait. no. don't answer that. i don't give a crap. an explanation will just get me more confused.
"despair is a strong word, paulina." he growls, a hand now coming to massage his temple in attempts to block the upcoming headache. it was useless though. he was still being attacked by employees left and right so no amount of massages will do him any good. a sigh then escapes his lips. "where the has everyone's respect gone off to? geez."
@james m. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ that makes two of us, tames. but you're in luck because i don't hate your face yet, so we'll do fine at work. though i gotta say, once a tame, always a tame; whether you're the boss or not.