Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

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Mard knew, just knew this was going to happen. Not exactly the sexual event last night but that at some point while with Lucy, she was going to leave him. He couldn't fault her logic, after everything a little space was welcome. Most importantly it would give him a chance to snoop.

When got off the windowsill the first thing he did was head for her little writing desk. There was a box on it, and he was certain he could open it. Mard was always curious, being a cat didn't change that, but it did heighten it a little. What once was just something he liked to do; it was almost a compulsion.

His butt wiggled, a strange sensation as he cleared the height from floor to small writing desk. It shook a little as he landed, and it reminded him that Lucy didn't always have the best finances for better furniture. He gave it a second and then realized it wasn't going to collapse, not that he was that heavy in this form.

Mard looked down and noticed that he was sitting on one of the papers. She had very nice handwriting, flowy but easy to read. The page he was sitting on was titled, "Heisenberg was Uncertain, but His Theory is Not." He had never heard of this person and as he got a few sentences in, he realized this was more of that scientific jargon that put him to sleep yesterday.

He decided to ignore it and looked around the desk, to his right he eyed the bookshelf and took a moment to analyze the various titles down the spines. One thing he noticed was that each shelf had a white sticker with black lettering. Academic Journals, Research Papers, Magical Theory, Romance, and Fantasy Romance. The collection was interesting, and the romance shelves were overflowing.

To him it looked like she struggled to balance two halves of her brain. One that was rooted in logic and reasoning and another that dreamed and looked for an escape. Now that he could understand his library back in Castle Tartaros was a mixture of demonology, mythology, studies of war, critical thinking, and the random epic fantasy novel. Sometimes even he needed an escape and a well written novel was just the place.

Mard went back to inspecting her desk, more importantly the pink box that was labeled, "letters." He put his nose under the lip of the lid and lifted his head up, but it would not budge. He tried his paws, his tail, his nose again, and each time could barely budge it. Frustrated he considered knocking it off the desk but knew that would only anger Lucy. Which after today, he was not planning on seeing her in that state again.

Well, not directed at him. It was a bit amusing to watch Merlin get a bit nervous. Though he suspected she may have just been acting to let Lucy get her rage out of her system and to see just how much she cared. Merlin was always complex like that and her plans or pranks were never just as simple as they seemed. Then again, he wouldn't want to know what it was like in her head, since she didn't just exist in this reality but in multiple. All at the same time.

She once told him that life through her eyes was like watching the same movie, on multiple screens but with slight changes and trying to track those changes to figure out the best one. Mard didn't quite understand that until she showed him a movie and he was amazed by it. It was a unique thing to watch, like a novel that came to life.