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"Oh, it's the deer," the one Goibniu had addressed as Officer Chastain said in a bored tone.
When Goibniu explained their purpose for being here, however, the unit stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief. Their attention, however, quickly turned to Kiara and there would be an unsettling silence in the room.
Claes picked up onto this rather fast. Gah..why did Goibniu open his big mouth? He should have left this me. Now they're gonna look at us like weirdos and--
"Ahhhhh, how cuuuuuuuuteee~!" a chipper voice exclaimed.
From behind Officer Chastain leaning over, a bespectacled girl
with short dark hair framing her face and fringed bangs jumped up and rushed over to Kiara to touch her face. Her gold-colored eyes shone with interest.
"Claaaes, why have you brought us such a cutiiiee!?" the girl said as she attempted to grasp Kiara's face at both sides and examine her head. "Look at her cute pigtails, and her eyes! Whaaaaa~! How old are you? How new are you here? Are you liking it here? Do you want to go on a mission with me? Can I adopt you?"
The girl was practically bombarding Kiara with questions and tried petting her hair and would even try hugging her and pressing her tight to her chest which Kiara would find...really
soft and squishy if she let it happen. Claes looked at the girl trying to examine Kiara in aversion, her eye twitching and a grimace on her face. "O-Officer Glas, please don't...do that...uwah!"
The bespectacled girl quickly went from Kiara to hugging Claes.
"Claaaeeees! I missed you!" Officer Glas said. "Why haven't you visited me? You're not mad about that time I tried to put make-up on you, are you? Also, you really need to do something about your skin. Your pores are huge!"
Kiara and Goibniu would notice Claes getting red as Officer Glas squished her face and peered closely at her nose. Claes made what could only be described as a long, drawn-out croaking sound and her eyes were constricted to near dots.
Meanwhile, the other officers started getting up from their seats. Officer Chastain, who towered at a stunning 6'3" swiped the papers from Goibniu with a yawn.
"Let's see here..." he pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, two gold-framed round lenses barely staying on the tip of his nose. As he read the paper, he groaned and slapped them back against Goibniu's chest. "Tell them we're not interested in doing this. I'm sure a clerk can fill out our paperwork for us."
"Oh, come now, it can't be that bad!" a softer, and politer voice came from one of the plush chairs. It was a boy
that was a few inches taller than Goibniu and lanky in built, who had soft but feminine features and white hair. He looked no older than Claes, Kiara, and Goibniu, which was odd considering that Special Unit members had to climb considerable ranks before they could get a position in the department.
"Oh, it quite is, Alphie," Officer Chastain said. Chastain leaned forward to look at Goibniu in the eye, a small, smug smile on his face. "Say, you wouldn't mind doing this for us, would you, McCrae? I'm sure we can arrange for you to get a nice, fun mission if you help us out. Maybe we can even offer your protection from all those jealous officers eyeing little nursey in the infirmary, hm?"