"The world of the homeless is a tough and interesting world." –Paul Dano

Oum stared at his table.

Another week passed, and life with Little Rose became surprisingly easy for him to handle. Though he never really showed the tiny girl to anyone else out of reasonable fears, he found it extremely hard to prevent himself from screaming that he met his own creation. After all, it was not an everyday thing to draw something and suddenly have it come to life.

Abnormalities, Oum were used to. There were certain kinds of abnormalities, however, that were impossible to appreciate fully. One of such abnormalities was the term "fantasy." People who belong in fantasies were not supposed to exist in reality. A clear line of reality and fantasies determined the logic of the human mind, and having either one invade the other risked the chance of insanity. There were certain lines that should not be crossed for not only the sake of mankind, but the sake of everything meant to make sense.

After all, there was a difference between "undiscovered things" and "nonsensical things."

With that said, the man watched Ruby pat a white-haired girl's head, only to get her hand slapped away at a humorously fast speed.

But more than the fact that a tiny girl slapped Ruby's hand away so quickly, Oum felt concerned that there was another midget standing on his table.

Weiss Schnee; heiress of the Schnee Company's director. She had a rebellious nature due to the life of isolation she used to live. Her aggressive personality contrasted with her looks, making her stand out among RWBY's team members. People loved her.

And now she stood on his table, blabbering gibberish at Rose before puffing her cheeks and crossing her arms.

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They're multiplying.

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Oum watched the Little Schnee worriedly, not knowing whether he should go slam his face against a wall to see if he was really dreaming this time.

One was enough, but two tiny pocket-sized girls was definitely stretching it. Alas, he was not in the position to suddenly hand a random person one of the girls. He found the tiny Rose's life to be precious, and he could tell that he was about to feel the same for the tiny Schnee that turned away from a troubled Rose with her eyes closed.

If he took a picture of the tiny Huntresses, there was a high risk of his wife accidentally discovering it in his phone. With that in mind, being unable to even take a picture of Rose and Schnee tore at Oum's heart.

But first things first, he needed to make Weiss get along with Ruby. Getting up from the same bed he got dumbstruck on (twice), Oum walked over to the worktable the two Huntresses stood on.

At the sight of Oum, Weiss suddenly brightened and smiled, lifting her little arms as if to hug his face. Putting his head at the same eye level as Weiss and Ruby, Oum lifted a finger, holding it in front of the white-haired girl.

She waddled over to it and hugged his finger.

She's surprisingly warm, he thought, surprised at the sudden warmth he felt on the index finger he stuck out for her. I didn't even know that. How ironic.

As if to imitate Weiss, Ruby walked up to Oum's hand, staring at it as if expecting one of the fingers to lift themselves up. When Oum raised his thumb, the tiny black and red haired girl smiled, squealing quietly as she hugged his thumb.

Oum suddenly hated reality.

Anyway, let's help them appreciate each other.

The animator raised his other hand and pushed both of the girl's foreheads, prying them off of his fingers. He then pushed the two girls towards each other with his hands. Now facing the person she seemed to dislike again, Weiss puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms again. Ruby frowned as she turned to Oum with a tearful expression.

"Weiss," he said, catching Weiss's attention, though her frown never fully faded. "This is Ruby. Ruby, this is Weiss."

Weiss turned to Ruby, who turned to Weiss. The two tiny girls entered a staring contest, though one seemed angry while the other looked sad.

This is bad, Oum thought, troubled by Weiss's persistence in disliking Ruby.

He then got an idea. Instead of trying to talk things out with the girls, Oum found solving problems much easier by doing things for them.

Quickly getting up, he left the two Huntresses by themselves as he took out a paper and pen. The man scribbled something out. There needed to be something that both of the Huntresses could relate to, and he just got a flash of inspiration from the troublesome situation. It took him only two minutes to make an extremely rough sketch of a certain dog.

Bringing the paper back, Oum placed the paper in front of Ruby and Weiss. The two of them stared at the paper that now lay on the surface of the worktable.

Both Huntresses' eyes shined as they simultaneously squeed at the sketch of a little dog. "Zwei," the paper labeled the dog.

"…"

Oum watched Weiss and Ruby stare at the paper. When he left his room to eat lunch with Sheena and returned with a cookie for the two Huntresses to share, he found the girls rolling around the picture of the dog known as Zwei.

The day flew by. Oum wondered where his situation was going with the two tiny miracles known as Ruby and Weiss.