When Albedo's next pursuit in knowledge was in the study of love, he knew of one person that could help him in this endeavor– you. There was no particular reason why Albedo chose you as his so-called mentor, but he felt a bit more comfortable learning from them than the likes of Sucrose or Timaeus. Although Timaeus had found love, he was still a mess when it came to describing the emotion to Albedo, much to his disdain. How unfortunate.

What is love? Could he create love? He wonders if a love potion as depicted in Klee's storybooks can actually be created. What did love feel like? How do you know when you're in love? He had so many questions left unanswered. His notes were neat, yet written with such urgency as he tried to discern the emotion he should have felt from the description his mentor had given him. It sparks across flesh. You'll feel it kicking in soon.

Albedo's eyes are intently focused on you, fingers grasping a pen as he continues to write on the parchment. Love... An emotion felt so close, yet so far away. His recipe is ever-changing, table sprawled out with different slime concentrate and fruits. His fingers accidentally brush yours as he attempts to pick up a vial. Electricity tingles in his skin, and he feels himself tense. He retracts his hand quickly, holding his hand as if burnt– he needed to record this feeling.

Albedo glances at you, before a soft chuckle escapes his lips. Perhaps this was the feeling he was searching for all along. His studies had been fruitful, after all. Now, to study this feeling... He would need them to stick around for a little longer... or maybe, forever.