"Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don't do that by sitting around." –Katharine Hepburn

Ruby found Crescent Rose.

It seemed impossible that Oum would be able to create random stuff out of thin air, but as of recent days, things became… different. After a good week filled with work, he slept at his home and woke up, only to find Ruby tampering with a miniature version of Crescent Rose.

Click-click-click-CLACK! went the scythe. Despite its tiny size, it definitely looked like it could deal some damage. What Oum found strange about the scythe was how blunt the blade seemed, as whatever Ruby hit the scythe on, a loud thud came from the victimized object.

She loved Crescent Rose. Little Ruby would hug the scythe, kiss the scythe, and of course, roll over the scythe. Oum did not know if he should feel scared to see the girl attempting to bring havoc upon his worktable.

During her stay at his home, Oum noticed several changes Ruby underwent. The first thing he noticed was that after her first week, she began to make more noises.

The girl started to make squeaky, high-pitched oohs and ahs at whatever she found interesting enough to make her feel curious. It was definitely a big change from her usual silence, though her hyperactive personality never seemed to falter. She still rolled around like crazy.

The second thing he noticed was that she somehow found a way to sneak into his pockets whenever he left to go on a quick errand. Every time he reached for his wallet at a supermarket, he always felt his finger poke her face. He would then proceed to look like a man who boasted the ability to take out his wallet in the most awkward way as possible.

The third and final change he found in Ruby was her hair.

Her hair grew a little.

Never did Oum even think about a Rose whose hair actually grew.

Taking a break from playing with Crescent Rose, Little Rose rolled around the scythe before laying still on her back, a smile on her face. Her hair reached down to her shoulders.

But not for long. For Oum decided that she needed a haircut.

I can get kind of crazy with haircuts, Oum thought to himself as he got up from the bed he had been lying on. Nevertheless, she needs a haircut.

The man left his room, intent on finding a familiar pair of scissors Sheena stabbed him.

Now standing in his restroom, Monty Oum, professional animator and director of his own series, stood with a barber's apron and a pair of steel haircutting scissors in front of a mirror. The man raised an eyebrow. Ruby smiled brightly, attempting to raise an eyebrow, only to raise both of her eyebrows instead. Her forehead began to fidget as she continued to attempt raising a single eyebrow.

Oum wrapped a torn paper towel around the tiny girl's neck. He managed to sew a thread through the towel, barely managing to wrap the makeshift apron for Ruby to use. With her sitting still, the man stared at the window.

For some reason, he felt as if he were some little kid caring for a Barbie doll's hair.

Putting his attention back to the tiny Rose, Monty Oum raised his scissors in front of his face as he whispered,

"Alright. Let's do this!"

And thus began Oum's journey in cutting Ruby's hair. He had never actually cut a Ruby Rose hairstyle for himself before, but if he could make his hair seem spikier than Cloud Strife's, then nothing was impossible. He believed that he can defeat all obstacles in his path of taking on challenges- and so far, he had been right in every single circumstance.

Slash!

Woosh!

Slash!

Summon Ifrit- oops, I mean- SLASH!

And within a matter of minutes, he cut Ruby's hair, just as it had looked a week earlier.

Little Rose's eyes shined as she clapped with her tiny hands. The faint clapping sounds made Oum instinctively bow as if he had just finished a play.

"Thank you, thank you," he said in a mock-Shakespeare tone as he plucked Rose off of the sink he put her on. "Now, go take a bath."

He then put Ruby next to a bowl filled with water. Within her first week, she learned how to take a bath. She needed Oum's presence in order to take a bath, however, because her tiny little arms could not provide enough strength for her to hold shampoo and soap.

She did have enough strength to roll around the bowl of water, though.

The day went by uneventfully, with Ruby falling asleep in Oum's closet, and Oum himself falling asleep on his bed. He made sure she snugly fit into a red scarf he had not been using recently.