[She gives him enough room only to find a comfortable position, and then, there she goes, unceremoniously plopping into his lap. The end result is her half-laying at an angle, half-sitting, like an overgrown child. Front legs hooked downward, the hind ones expectedly held up like long rabbit's feet, her tail wagging furiously over the tops of his shins.
Wordlessly vocal, she grumbles chattily at him, flopping her head onto his shoulder, and paws once or twice at him persistently. He must've looked serious and capable and bad ass hours earlier, and now, he's got a marshmallow of a-not-quite-dog wallowing and vocalizing blissfully all over his lap, badgering him for attention. Hopefully, he can find the equivalent of a lint roller later, whoops.
There's a cheeky, sidelong glance at him. Does this mean she wins first round if she's already convinced him to give her a good ruffling?]
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Wordlessly vocal, she grumbles chattily at him, flopping her head onto his shoulder, and paws once or twice at him persistently. He must've looked serious and capable and bad ass hours earlier, and now, he's got a marshmallow of a-not-quite-dog wallowing and vocalizing blissfully all over his lap, badgering him for attention. Hopefully, he can find the equivalent of a lint roller later, whoops.
There's a cheeky, sidelong glance at him. Does this mean she wins first round if she's already convinced him to give her a good ruffling?]