[ Ooh, he likes the hair pats. Domesticated by and pushing into them sort of like a dog, he nuzzles somewhere along Veyle's shoulder and sniffs at her needily. ]
I'll die, Veyle...
[ Dark shuts his eyes, becoming still. He wants her to agree to his terms! ]
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I'll die, Veyle...
[ Dark shuts his eyes, becoming still. He wants her to agree to his terms! ]
I like being with you too much.