Name: 4<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 11<br/>Notes/Warning: Time to break the ice!<br/><hr/><br/>What an interesting sensation... She was cold to the touch, not warm. It reminded him of someone he knew... But it couldn't have been the same person, could it? An unseen smile in the shadows crossed his features, even as the voice of the familiar woman spoke out to them. So it seemed like he jumped the gun, but the voice didn't seem to pause him even as he acknowledged his error. No, this was precisely the time to move forward and show one would not be stopped in their ventures. The faintest gasp could be heard, but not enough to make out its speaker. The cold feeling of her skin left him with the clue of at least one person it could have been... But far from enough to pinpoint who. After all, he hadn't felt up every girl he came across... Besides the cool feeling, her skin felt... Unblemished. Perfect, even... if that were possible. In contrast, the readings of his palms revealed someone who had likely been marred, in battle or otherwise. One who has held and used weapons, smaller than him and often far beyond him in size and scale.<br/><br/>Soon, his partner seemed to follow... Whether it was his initiative or the voice that spurred her, he couldn't tell. However, she could feel toned muscle from a great deal of training... Whoever she made contact with seemed to have some measure of martial prowess about them, though one could also assume it was nothing more than someone who built their body often. However, he had no idea what she was aiming for as she seemed to explore, and it wasn't until it was too late that he had to bite his tongue to prevent an audible snerk from escaping his lips. Way too close for comfort that time... He took a deep breath to center himself, hoping to avoid her fishing around for another reaction. He had to admit though... The touches were strangely intimate, a cross between errant curiosity and established interest, be it in him or the act itself. It only spurred him to move his fingertips up, tracing over and under that cold-radiating perfect skin up until he got to her shoulders. His hands wasted no time in feeling around, even as she stood closer to him... She seemed to take a whiff, evident by the faintest sound of someone inhaling... She would catch that he had bathed recently, likely prior to coming to the event.<br/><br/>Just stopping at the shoulders wasn't enough, he felt... He didn't want to violate the rules of the game too much, but... The fun and danger of the shadows was too hard to resist. Slowly the fingertips dragged inward, slowly caressing over the tops of her shoulders and toward her neck, slowly moving behind to elicit a response, any response from her being without delving into the most obvious means of earning one. After a moment, he leaned forward to emulate her gesture, wondering how she would react as she could feel his presence mere inches from her neck, where he sniffed once, then twice. More than the act itself, it was an attempt to smell... A certain kind of make-up.