Name: 7<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 2<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>So it turned out that the partner had jumped the gun a bit. 7 took that as a compliment, a sign of some understanding of Tessa's mindset. Or just an understanding of how this island worked. Thy weren't just going to stand there and hold hands the entire time, that was for sure.<br/><br/>Further investigation found that his partner 's arms had that same grainy feeling to it that the arms had. Applied pressure found that it was at last a bit pliable though, specifically where his fingers pushed. If he had to guess, it was some sort of cover over the oil that was now on his own body, or perhaps some kind of suit. There was no way to know for sure at the moment.<br/><br/>Unfortunately his clothes were not working out so well, dissolving under the contact with the oil that had moved up towards his shoulder. Light surprise made itself known, though it was impossible to see with the lights out. But at this rate there would soon be nothing between the tendrils and his bare skin very shortly. That was okay, he could survive without that. It was the benefit of living on an island like this, there were replacements easy to find. At the same time he kept up his exploration, hands shifting to feel  the entirety of the arms that he held, to see if there was any difference based on upper or lower position.<br/><br/>Once h had determined that his investigation expanded, slipping upwards a bit to instead try and caress those tendrils working up his body, to feel out the difference between those and the other arms. He could feel the effect on himself, but to get a clear picture meant doing the same in turn. Hopefully it proved illuminating.