"This paper will no doubt be found interesting by those who take an interest in it." –John Dalton

The Little Schnee got along with Little Rose quickly.

The two tiny girls tugged at Oum's shirt, both of them sitting on his chest. He groggily woke up, rubbing his eyes as he looked up to find the pocket-sized Huntresses.

It was five in the morning. What on Earth could they want his attention for?

Putting a hand behind the red-and-white combo, Oum slowly got up from his bed, letting the two Huntresses stand on his palm.

"…What?" He whispered, curious on their motives.

Weiss and Ruby looked at each other before turning back at Oum.

They waved at him with the most oblivious looks on their faces.

"…"

Oum screamed internally as he got up and silently put the squirming Huntresses in his closet.

Oum eventually overcame the urge to fling the tiny Huntresses up into the air and slept a little longer. With the day now storming through at full power, Oum indulged himself in composing animations at his office. Fight scenes were his favorite moments in animating due to the sheer mood he could stir up with them. All of the battle scenes in RWBY had their own intense moments, and that was exactly what he aimed for. Not all of them had similar kinds of intensity; he needed fights that varied in both style and pace to keep each scene unique.

Every once in a while, the White Rose combo would approach Oum's computer screen and sit in silence, watching a bunch of complicated codes and visuals flashing before their eyes. They repeated this multiple times.

A strenuous time of work passed on, and Oum took a break. Though it was strange to have one of the small Huntresses pop out of nowhere and start tugging at his shirt whenever they wanted his attention, he had no problems with giving them something to play with while working at the same time.

With that said, Miles Luna did not pop into his office like a certain fox animatronic. Oum felt at peace to know that his fellow graphics-designing friend knew how to put away his helmet and work efficiently.

Oum sighed, his eyes trailing down to Weiss. The white-haired girl stood on his table with a tiny paper sword in her hands.

Swinging her sword in the air, she pointed it at the skies, an extremely satisfied look on her peachy face. After standing still in her pose for several seconds, she waved the sword a bit.

"… (lol)"

The animator prevented himself from laughing at the immense satisfaction Weiss displayed over her little creation. While he did feel happy for her to get creative with a scrap of paper lying on his desk, he could not help but smile at her expression. She had some sort of "I did it!" look that children made so often.

Her bright smile remaining vibrant, Weiss triumphantly went over to Ruby and showed her the sword.

Ruby's eyes sparkled at the sight of a weapon.

Uh oh, Oum thought, instantly noticing that something bad could happen at any moment.

And true to his thoughts, something crazy happened.

The Little Rose suddenly took out Crescent Rose out of nowhere, extending it as she let the tip of the handle touch the table. Weiss, who did not understand what just happened, simply stood with her paper sword raised in the air with a frozen smile.

Oum watched the white-haired girl return to him with teary eyes, her cheeks puffed out. Her paper sword was held tightly in her arms.

Now I feel bad even though I didn't do anything.

The animator looked around his office, wondering if there was anything he could give something that would make Weiss feel better. She was obviously bummed by the fact that Ruby had a magnificently crafted scythe, while she had a mere paper sword. More than the fact that Ruby had something better than her, however, Oum presumed that Weiss felt bad mostly because it made her look childish.

…And admittedly, she did look childish, albeit in a way that made him want to dig his face into a soft and fluffy pillow.

His eyes fell upon something Miles tossed into his office several weeks after Oum began to construct a bunch of fight scenes.

Though he did not know whether Weiss would feel happy with such a weird object, it still looked like something that could brighten her day.

Standing up from his chair, Oum walked over to the small object. With the tiny thing in his hands, he moved back to his desk and placed the object in front of Weiss. The Little Schnee looked down with curious eyes, blinking as she reached out for Oum's solution with her small arms.

Weiss's eyes sparkled as she held a tiny Fuel Rod Cannon.

Okay, Weiss's creator thought worriedly, that looks amazingly out-of-character.

Still, a happy Schnee was better than a sad Schnee. With the miniature Fuel Rod Cannon in her hands, Weiss wobbled over to Ruby.

Ruby's sparkling eyes intensified.

The day went on peacefully as Monty Oum continued to work on his dream product with respectable dedication. Every once in a while, he would find Weiss and Ruby laughing happily as they played a bunch of games with not only their "weapons," but also with a bunch of Oum's stuff. They also found a newfound interest in sitting on his shoulder and tugging at his shirt.