[ It's a little sad to no longer be touching Charlie, to no longer have that point of connection. For a moment, Nanami has no idea what to do with his hands, fingers flexing at his sides as he lingers on the loss of Charlie's warmth. But then there are walking, no real direction now — just meandering around the festival and the location in general. The floor is perfect, with the night sky surrounding them, Nanami can't think of anything more idyllic.
At Charlie's question, Nanami lets out a soft noise of consideration. ]
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At Charlie's question, Nanami lets out a soft noise of consideration. ]
If I can answer it, I will.