Six Exchanges

[gentle_alchemy]

::As he did every so often, Al had been working inside the lounge for the past few days, taking the couch as a temporary bed when it wasn't in use. He had several books scattered in front of him and a notepad with notes scribbled on them. Chewing on the top of the pencil he used, read a few more passages before writing some more.::

Comments

[not_just_white]

Ah, hey.

...What are you doing?

[gentle_alchemy]

Mika?

Hi!

[not_just_white]

::Glad he recognizes her::

You remember me? That's good, because I've been wondering when I'd see you again.

[gentle_alchemy]

Same here.

How have you been?

[not_just_white]

Alright, I guess.

Looks like you've been holding up, too.

[gentle_alchemy]

::Smile dims:: Yeah. Even though I'm working on a little project right now.

[not_just_white]

Really, like some kind of research project?

[gentle_alchemy]

You could say that.

[not_just_white]

That's pretty good. I was never into doing that kind of stuff, but it was a big part of my mama's job.

[gentle_alchemy]

Oh...

How was your mother like?

[not_just_white]

Well... ::Looks down a bit::

...She was really intelligent. She did a lot of important work for writing genetic programs. And she always knew just what to say to me when I had to ask her something.

[gentle_alchemy]

::Nods:: My mother always knew what to say when we asked her something, too.

She was very smart.