@axgmented asks ' Small experiment has escaped from her room. Hides in the corners, in the shadows— destination? The Red Lady’s office. Manages to sneak in, a small piece of copy paper in her hand. Small legs let herself in the office before sitting in front of the desk, on the rug, waiting to present her with a picture she drew of her— “Happy Mama-Day” hastily written at the bottom. '
Truly, at this point, Scarlet was close to just--figuring out how to move the little girl's room into her department. Rem quite clearly found her current quarters miserable, as often as she escaped... and there was also obvious fondness for the blond, to boot. Maybe it was because of the kindness no one would expect Scarlet to show, or perhaps it was the whisper of a maternal connection. Regardless of the reason, the Director felt more than a little protective of the little girl... enough to the point of pondering the matter. Hojo would surely kick up a fuss, but then again... would he risk it knowing that the Director of Weapons Development has been seeking an excuse to blow his head off since the first time they crossed paths?
I'd be doing the universe a favor, kya ha ha.
As if summoned by her thought process, the child made her way into Scarlet's office. The sight of Rem with the drawing in her hand brought a genuine smile to ruby lips. Turning in her chair, the blond accepted the drawing with great care. One hand gently mussed Rem's hair affectionately as she looked at the drawing, her tone warm.
"Oh, danke schön, little one! You've a great talent, kya ha--"
Mama.
Reading that word in particular turned Scarlet into a statue with a pulse, her smile freezing in place. The idea of parenthood had long since been laid to rest, a sacrifice to her ambition and the primal need to never be put in a position of being the victim of circumstance ever again. And yet... there stood a little girl with the word 'mama' etched into her heart when it came to the crimson imperiatrix.
How could she refuse such an honor?
The decision that Scarlet made in that moment essentially made itself as she gathered Rem up onto her lap, shifting the silverette to one of her knees. Turning her gaze back to the picture, the Director pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"You're too precious, you know that?"
Precious enough that Hojo was likely going to end up in a body bag the next time he crossed Scarlet's path, if that is what it took to secure Rem's safety.
