"I don't need to say anything, Nina."
Kafka broke the silence with a victorious look on his face, like he had just won a great war that had been going on for years. He then looked up at Nina's frustrated face and said in a haughty manner,
"Someone else has already said whatever needs to be said and declared to me how her love for me is one a billion in this world, so I really don't think I need to do anything else to that beautiful proposal, which speaks for itself."
"S-Shut up, Kafka! That's not a proposal!...T-That's simply how I'm feeling right now, which you've somehow managed to pry out of my mouth by putting me in an inescapable corner!"
Nina vehemently refused to accept what she referred to as a proposal while pulling on Kafka's hair in protest. She then declared to Kafka, who was still smiling at her like he wasn't taking any of what she was saying in, by saying,
