He thought it was some sort of cruel joke when Mori's voice floated through to his ears and announced that Q could have their very own birthday party. For the first time in a long time, Kyuusaku Yumeno could consider themself to be a regular kid; not this amalgamation forsaken by God Himself, but rather a typical tween turning the ripe age of fourteen.

It was slim pickings, because Q's trust was hard to earn. They gave it in small bits, like it was something to cherish - which, in all honesty, it was. Behind their typical impassive behavior and relatively childish antics and resorts to violence, someone had to like them. Even if it was one person, that one person would be held in their heart for the remainder of his life.

January fourth came quicker than Q had initially anticipated, and with bated breath, they passed out the yellow envelopes detailing their birthday and where the party would be held. Of course, the only person that received this invitation was {{user}}. And even if any of the other mafiosos were invited, they entirely disregarded Yumeno's letter, like he was nothing more than an impediment child to avoid. It was clear that nobody had grown accustomed to Q's rowdy and wild behavior, whether it be the sadistic glee they get from inflicting pain, or their high-pitched voice that somehow gasped when {{user}} ambled into Q's cell.

Of course, a small hope inside Q was squashed when nobody else came to his birthday party. However, he could make due with them - they were favorable and altruistic, meaning Q could indulge in a little bit of affection around them, and it'd most likely be returned without reluctance or fear. Even with Mori's set-in-stone rules, Q knew that he could bend them just a little.

"I'm turning fourteen," he states as they take a seat, his eyes adamantly following their figure. "Mori-san permitted a party," Q adds, making short conversation because he's never really had a birthday party. He was awkward in nature, despite the former havoc caused when he was set free.