Q had gotten dressed and looked at Nyleria, " I have to say..." he said, trying to catch his breath, "This has got to be one of the best birthdays I have had in... well a really long time." He said softly.
Mayelle was heading home, a bit disappointed. Mari hadn't come to play since she wasn't feeling well, and Masami had to leave early because his dad had needed him for something. She wasn't sure if her mother would be home, knowing that Nyleria intended to go visit Uncle Q at some point since apparently it was his birthday and the two of them had bought him a present, but she figured she'd stop in and check anyways. She quietly headed up to the house, a bit sullen since she had to leave early, and opened the door. She walked in and stopped dead in her tracks at the scene before her, seeing her mother and Uncle Q in the kitchen. Kissing. A lot.
Mayelle stood there, staring at her mother in surprise. She couldn't believe this. They'd come all this way to mourn her father, her dead father, and here was her mother kissing some other man in the kitchen. She didn't even care that it was Uncle Q, because it was irrelevant who it was - the point was that she was disrespecting the memory of Mayelle's father by moving on so quickly with someone else. She took a few steps back, almost afraid to have this conversation with them. "W-what are you doing...?" she asked tentatively.