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[river_meimei]

River is tucked under a booth, legs crossed and elbows resting on the floor. There's a notebook in front of her, and a handful of colored pens. She's scribbling in a tangled mixture of Chinese and English and diagrams; she never manages to fill a page before she slashes the work out with a frustrated jerk of the pen, and turns angrily to a new page.

She's been through a number of pages by now, apparently to no avail.

[OOC: Sorry for earlier post-and-delete -- mun was called away from the computer right after posting. Back now, though. :)]

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Well, that's what mom's are for right?" Bill asks, dusting cookie crumbs off of his shirt.

[river_meimei]

"Common factor."

It's absent; her notebook has caught her attention again. Her hand grabs for a pen, fingers swift but a little clumsy, and she scowls at the paper before she begins to scribble again. Every third word or so is crossed out with a single fierce line.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill tilts his head to get a better look. "Oh, so you're writin somethin?" He thinks...

"There a reason you're bein so hard on yourself as an editor?" He asks as she crosses out.

[river_meimei]

"I have to get it right. The variables are in flux but we can pin them down. Each in a box, stick a point through the heart -- it's a parallel. There's a solution if they all line up."

Her voice is tight and stressed, and she's enunciating just a shade too clearly, as if each word takes effort.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Hey darlin, you okay?" And he's worried now not just because he doesn't understand a thing she's saying but because of the way she's saying it.