Niko takes his hands and appears to examine them closely, running his fingers over Blythe's fingers and squinting his eyes as though deep in thought.
"No, they look perfectly fine, which is good, because—"
Niko stands only to make a show of getting down on one knee and popping a velvet ring box out of his pocket. He opens to reveal a much, much fancier ring than the one he'd made out of paperclips.
"I think this is your size, but I dunno. I eyeballed it. Also if you hate it, I'll try again," he babbles apologetically before adding a much firmer and more practiced, "Blythe Elisha Ferry, I love you and I want to do right by you. Would you do me the honour of letting me annoy you every day for the next 30-40 years?" He raises his eyebrows hopefully, as though to say Did I do this right this time?
INDOORS: Niko and Blythe
"No, they look perfectly fine, which is good, because—"
Niko stands only to make a show of getting down on one knee and popping a velvet ring box out of his pocket. He opens to reveal a much, much fancier ring than the one he'd made out of paperclips.
"I think this is your size, but I dunno. I eyeballed it. Also if you hate it, I'll try again," he babbles apologetically before adding a much firmer and more practiced, "Blythe Elisha Ferry, I love you and I want to do right by you. Would you do me the honour of letting me annoy you every day for the next 30-40 years?" He raises his eyebrows hopefully, as though to say Did I do this right this time?