Take Care Of My Baby! (Mission/Alyia)

It was one thing after another. The two silently approached the client's residence. Allen stumbled, and flinched with every movement made. He was still nervous. He could feel the tiny beads of sweat run down the flesh of his face and wrists. The moment he heard the knock on the door, who swallowed. Reluctant to stay, but he did.

Hesitant, he was in the midst of turning back. But at the very instant, the door creaked open. Revealing the rather flashily dressed woman standing on the other side. Allen widened his eyes, she reeked of perfume and the scents within the house were foreign.

The perfume covered lady grinned at the two, introducing herself and all who dwelled within her residence. Allen only glared, taking a big whiff (A whiff of something he soon regretted), of all the scents inside. Out of all the 'dreadful' scents that filled his lungs, a rather peculiar one stood out. Children... "Mm..humph." He grumbled, walking past the lady with no regard to manners and charged into the home, in search of the child.

The lady only turned and watched, shocked. But Allen paid no mind to her or anyone's reactions to his doings. Eventually, his sense overthrew and ceased his pride and he simply sat down on the floor. Much like a dog, if anything. Hi..." He waved, insincerely. He couldn't help but do so grudgingly. But a job was a job. And it happened to be his job so he was willing to do it.