[ Dark moans in a whiny way that a kid might, not because he doesn't want Veyle to take her time with the decision, but rather because it means that she will be away from him. Having decided that he likes her a lot, such circumstances naturally come with all the clingy, territorial mannerisms that are common for him. He swallows her up (little plate and all) in his arms and lap.

The motion is followed by a theatric, unserious sigh, and he places his chin on her shoulder like a lone white lion laying in the sun. He does not respect her personal space because he's deemed her his now. Not that he respect's anyone personal space to begin with... ]

Fiiine, you can take your time in Springstar. But you've got to spend double the amount of time with me after, got it? I might die of loneliness waiting since you're the only one here who gets me.

[ He likes this deal he's making up! ]