[... literally! He can't quite fit under there, not even bending down and swiping at him (why are his legs the only thing that seem to grow?!), so for a moment, he seems to give up, just standing there, thinking about how he'll have to actually crawl on the floor or, at least, get on top of the chair, then flatten himself to squeeze under the table—oh, but what's this? Gold stopped fleeing? He's just typing away?]
[1/2; they're being such kids, it's adorable, pfft]
[... literally! He can't quite fit under there, not even bending down and swiping at him (why are his legs the only thing that seem to grow?!), so for a moment, he seems to give up, just standing there, thinking about how he'll have to actually crawl on the floor or, at least, get on top of the chair, then flatten himself to squeeze under the table—oh, but what's this? Gold stopped fleeing? He's just typing away?]