Vixen slowly walked down the stairs, earphones nestled in his ears. Although he didn’t know how long he’d been sleeping, and dark circles had engraved themselves under his sickening eyes. Running a hand through his hair he paced behind the bar taking out the earphones and washing his hands cracked his neck and started washing up his bar, which he found to be somewhat disorganized. Though in record time he had it cleaned and was smoothly pushing out his drinks as usual.
But his stomach hurt terribly, and his head was heavy. Sighing he didn’t talk much to the customers, he really didn’t feel like it. Despite all that he put on small smiles for them. His eyes flicked over to the little animal conflict and he softly sighed, he couldn’t stop a fly much less Jinn’s ferret and Amber’s wolf. So he turned and started chopping fruit slices for his drinks, humming softly to himself.