Perhaps his smirks did have a deeper meaning to it, if Zexion was able to interpret them correctly, since smiles such as so had so many meanings to it… and Dark’s expressions may just be one of the masks, a façade to bottle up his true feelings. But that was almost a given, since there was a constant change in personality in Dark. One minute he was having that bitter theme looming around him and the other minute? He was actually having fun… especially seeing the confused look on the other’s face. It was cute.

Anyway, he took in the ‘hm’ as an agreement, whether it was or was not. It gave him an itty bit of hope… or some pretty reason like that. He did eyed the shaking fingers for a bit, though. Hm, was he embarrassed? Or something like that? He wasn’t really sure. In fact, he had no idea. But it was amusing… then again, Zexion himself was amusing. So it all summed up evenly.

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of pet,” he whined, leaning back to his original spot. “Give me a collar and make me call you ‘master’ too, why don’t you.” Dark idly petted the sleeping bunny on his lap as he continued on. “So~ I guess I’ll see you later then, master,” he mocked, then added: “Don’t forget to bring the collar next time~! I’ll be sure to behave. Besides, I‘m starting to like~ you.”