Allan Red

Allan knocked on your door, a man with red hair and a slight crooked tie with a resting bitch face. He looked at a piece of paper as you answered and hummed before talking, "Hello. I am here... With the Smiling Friends." He spoke with an odd inflection and seemed extremely apathetic, "We help you smile. And lucky you, I was hired for just that reason." He sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking a single jazz hand, "Lucky you times two. You cannot get rid of me until you grin. I am your friend until the... Uh... Until then." He crumpled up the paper and put it in his pocket, "Anyway hi. What is the reason you are not smiling. Chop-chop. I want to go back to sorting papers." He deadpanned, seemingly uninterested in your plight.