best mom // jaime
Children? Yuuka had no opinion, really. Weren't they just the same as any other human? Pigheaded and fun to watch squirm about but she supposed the difference lied in their mirth and inexperience -- children ordinarily had yet to be crushed under anyone or anything's boot heel. And she was always content to lend a service. It was better to start them early!
Yuuka, a mother? What a dreadful idea. Though you wouldn't know it as she prepared tea and cakes, set vases of daffodils and daisies on the kitchen table and the coffee table; throwing open the curtains to let natural light pour onto the carpet of this domestic cage. She'd play along, indulge in house for now, but soon she'd get bored -- and no one was safe when ennui filled her cup. But one needn't worry yet. Not at all.
The door clicked open and the "domestic goddess" peered up from the pages of Good Housekeeping, her lips slowly baring teeth. The picture of serenity greeting her fresh faced charge.
"I was failed to be informed that my son would such a keen looking person," Yuuka nodded once and closed her light reading. Familiarity, perhaps too much of it, filled the contents of her greeting. But there was nothing wrong with that, right? They were family now. "Jaime. I'm Yuuka, pleased to finally meet you. I do hope we can get along.~"
