RWBY: Mercury’s Treat (NeoMerc)
Mercury was in his room, reclined against the side of his bed as he sat on the floor, a book in hand. It was a long day and all he wanted to do was sit back and do nothing. But those simple plans were interrupted, not by a knock at the door or anything else, but by the intrusion of another.
Neo strode into his room as if it were her own, dressed in little more than a towel with her damp hair laying across her shoulder. He watched her pay him no mind, giving him no greeting, and she walked over to his wardrobe, tossing her towel at him as she browsed his selection of shirts. Mercury, temporarily blinded by the damp cloth, pulled it from him head just a Neo slipped one of his grey shirts over her shoulders. Pulling her arms through the sleeves it looked like a dress on her small frame.