The Mind stares at his computer, engrossed in a bird watching video. He’s watching it for completely normal reasons, he might add. He’s researching birds to see if there’s any logic in their movements, logic that can be used to understand Heart. It’s not because he wants to eat birds. He would *never*, not with the ~~tasty~~ chicken Darrel being so beloved by Soul, and especially not with how Heart resembles a bird with his wings. Mind does not want to eat Heart.

Off to the side of his desk are a few small toys. There are a few Rubik’s cubes of varying complexity, a mouse replica that is NOT scented with catnip, and some of Heart’s feathers tied together and attached to a string connecting to a plastic stick. It is NOT a cat toy. It is to train Mind’s reflexes and nothing else. He has a cardboard scratchpad under his desk for no other reason then to buff out his nails.

His ears — which are not like a cat’s — twitch at the footsteps outside his door. Mind really hopes nobody interrupts him.