"W-Why are you staring at me in a daze, Kafka?...Does my body look weird?" Nina nervously asked as she saw Kafka staring at her figure with wide eyes like he was caught up in a dreamland, and she was scared he was going to find something off-putting about her body that she worked quite hard to maintain. "It would make sense if I didn't look the same as when I was younger, since I've grown a lot older...I've also entered my fortys recently, which is rather embarrassing to admit."
"...B-But I think that I've worked hard to keep up a decent figure. Don't you think so as well, Kafka?"
Nina implored Kafka to agree with what she said, even if he was saying it simply, so that he didn't hurt her feelings because her figure was the one thing she held confidence in herself before Kafka came into her life.
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