"Nina, I get that you're happy to see me and all...But you really don't have to show that to me by spraying your excitement all over my face." Kafka said as he wiped off the viscous fluids that covered his face, which made his handsome face give off a sheen.
Luckily, he managed to close his eyes just as Nina's attack reached his face, and he avoided getting blinded by her fluids. But it was still a difficult task to wipe off the fluids from his face because of how sticky it was like a bottle of honey was poured over him.
"Like, seriously, Nina..." Kafka said as he used his handkerchief to wipe the sweet residues off his face while looking up at Nina. "...I always thought that you acted like a wild animal in certain ways. But who would've thought that you would actually spray me in the face like you're trying to mark me as yours?"
