"Well...I don't know if you're going to accept it like you said, since what I'm asking you to do is exactly what you said you would never do just a few minutes ago." Kafka let out a dry laugh as he continued to say in an awkward manner, "It's just that I couldn't help but be fascinated by your long ears, which are a marvel to behold, and I honestly feel like I found a hidden treasure after realising how delicate they are and how they flap around like a little sparrow whenever I play with them in my hands."
Nina couldn't help but blush when she heard the comment about her ears, as even her parents told her in the past that ears looked like birds that were trapped on top of her head and were trying their best to fly away, when she flapped her ears around whenever she got flustered.
"And embarrassingly and honestly quite selfishly, just like everyone out there who wants to keep a treasure all to themselves, I also want to be the only one that can play with these two birdies you have on top of your head..." Kakfa said with a bashful look on his face, like he was ashamed to be making such a request, even when he knew how against it Nina was.
But even still, he mustered up the courage to continue what he was saying while Nina stared at him in a daze, "I want to be the only one who knows how soft and warm your ears are and the only one who's allowed to lay his hand on them...What I basically want to do is cage these two green sparrows you have on top of your head and keep them all to myself.
"...I also know that's too absurd of a request to ask of someone like you, Nina, who's a carefree spirit and cannot be tied down by anyone else.
And I know that there's no way you would accept what I ask of you, so you can simply forget what I said and think of it as me rambling." Kafka chucked and scoffed at himself like he was calling himself stupid for bringing something like this in front of Nina, who was known by the entire neighbourhood to be a tiger that couldn't be controlled.
Even if someone tried to control her, that would be the last thing they would try to attempt in their life since they wouldn't be going back home in a single piece after Nina is done with them.
But shockingly, just while Kafka seemed to be mocking himself for pestering Nina with presumption requests and bothering her all the time, Nina said something that Kafka or anyone else who knew Nina would never think she would say.
"It's fine, Kafka...I-If you really don't want to let anyone else touch my ears, I can't do that for you...If that's what you really want, I can make that happen." Nina said in a rather demure manner while looking at Kafka with a coy glimmer in her eyes, almost as if she were an innocent little girl who was giving into all her crush's requests just so that he would like her more.
" 'Pretty' is honestly an understatement as to how phenomenal your ears actually are, Nina, and all the different colours they have hidden in them."
"Different colours?...There are different colours hidden in my ears?" Nina asked, as she didn't really remember her ears being as colourful as Kafka said.
"Yes Nina, they do...Do you really not know how colourful your ears actually are when you see them in the mirror every day?"
Kafka asked, to which Nina shook her head, as she was someone who barely looked at herself in the mirror in the morning and only did so whenever she tied up her hair, thinking that it was a bother to keep up appearences that no was willing to look at anyway.
"Oh, so you really don't know? That's surprising." Kafka said with his brows raised. He then asked Nina, who was looking at him in a daze, wondering if what he said was true, and asked, "Well, it's fine if you don't know, but I can show you how pretty your ears actually are right now...That is, if you want me to do so."
Nod~ Nod~ Nod~
Nina didn't hesitate to nod her frantically, as it basically meant that she was going to hear Kafka's sweet words all over again, which she loved so much.
She also knew that to explain to her about the different colours of her ears, he would need to hold them in his hands once again, which she was avidly looking forward to because of the tantalising sensation it gave her whenever he did.
She knew that she shouldn't have such dirty thoughts as the mature and responsible person here. But she couldn't help but have such desires because of how sensational it felt when Kafka rubbed her sensitive ears, which she could never let him know, or else she was sure that her ears would forever be red because of the shame she would be going through.