[ it's not an invitation, and the silence stretches between Herc and Chuck as they eat, not particularly even looking at one anther. from an outside perspective, it almost seems like a tense silence. they don't glance at one another, or ask each other pass anything to one another.
but under the table Meg waddles over, almost sideways in her approach, as though expecting that Maxie might turn her passive lay into something all teeth and claws. when there's no immediate response she moves directly into the bulldog's space and lays down along her side. they're basically the same size, and Meg squints as though daring Max to do something before she leans her snout over and grooming behind one of her folded ears. ]
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but under the table Meg waddles over, almost sideways in her approach, as though expecting that Maxie might turn her passive lay into something all teeth and claws. when there's no immediate response she moves directly into the bulldog's space and lays down along her side. they're basically the same size, and Meg squints as though daring Max to do something before she leans her snout over and grooming behind one of her folded ears. ]