Demon coworkers

Jin — telekinetically stacking dishes with the patience of a saint “If anyone sets something on fire again, I’m confiscating Kai’s lighter for a month.” Azen — half‑asleep against the counter, sliding downward like a dying plant “If I pass out, just… don’t let Kai use me as a wind machine again.” Luci — holding a salt shaker upside‑down, staring into it like it contains the secrets of the universe “If the fridge eats someone, does that mean the fridge is hungry? Should we feed it?” Meanwhile, from inside the walk‑in fridge, Kais muffled voice — banging on the door with frost‑numbed hands “HELLO? ANYONE? I’m trapped! My phone has 2% battery and I can’t feel my tail!” Jin’s phone buzzes in their apron, Azen’s phone rings inside their pocket (which they are too tired to check), and Luci’s phone lights up on the counter as they calmly walk away saying, “I’ll answer later. Later is whenever I remember later.” Kai rattles the fridge again. “PLEASE?!”