They walked silent for a good while, which permited Max to think about some things, although he would’ve prefered way more to have his thoughts interrupted by his friends silly shenannigans.

Mr. Rabbit went behind them, visibly taking some distance. He looked pretty frigid, a sad constrast with his usual talkative, adventurous personality.

Meryl the Mole kept illuminating the path ahead, while also maintaining some distance. They weren’t humming happy to themself, as they always did no matter the horrifying situation they could get themselves into, but were instead dead silent, walking in an almost robotic path. No silly commentaries, not even a joke.

If you had a knife at hand, you could easily chop a piece of that awkwardly THICK wall of heavy atmosphere. It would go well with a piece of TOTALLY UNBROKEN ICE.

But if you wanted to be more analytic, you could always use your good ol’ AWKWARD-o-METER to metric the exact proportions of the RIDICULOUSLY UNCONFORTABLE MOMENT they were into.

Max wished he could help his friends to let out that stupid fight, but he was averse to discussions even if the intention was to BREAKING UP one. So he only hoped they would get a way to resolve it themselves.

While walking, he kept looking at the weird drawings on the walls, not because he WANTED TO, but simply because there wasn’t MUCH ELSE TO DO.

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