She's shy, to put it lightly. It isn't often that she approaches the elder royal, much left with a gift for him in hand. Porcelain cheeks burned softly as burgundy hues remained trained on the floor below, embarrassment clear as day on her face. They weren't even related by blood, so she wasn't entirely sure why she was bothering with such a celebration in the first place. "Uncle." Pushing the wrapped box flush against his chest, she huffs. "Happy Birthday."
【 ✙ 】AH, so one of the sisters had come to see him. What, with their brother’s excitable approach, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d see the other two as well. Three children... He certainly admired his little brother for managing so many, even with the family’s assistance. Nevertheless, Marx gives the young girl his complete and undivided attention, unable to stifle the tug of lips as she advances in... near frustration. The look on her face reminds him of a younger Leon, yet not too much so, considering how much his children seemed to have caught up with him ( no thanks to otherworldly realms ).
❝ Lydia. It’s good to see you. ❞ He says, one hand rested upon her head, while the other takes hold of the box pressed against his chest. This child would receive no different treatment from her brother, as he leans down, planting a kiss to her forehead as well.
❝ Thank you. I’ll be sure to use this well... That is, if you’d be so kind as to spoil the surprise. ❞
