[ Nanami is of course welcome to re-tame his hair before he goes, but it's Charlies hope that he won't be leaving until, like, sometime tomorrow at the very least. He twirls one blond lock around his finger, smiling with such unbearable fondness that he feels like he might drown in it. ]
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Yours.
[ The reply is instant, but so sincere. ]
Call me yours. That's all I want to be.