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/>The lack of being able to use ones' senses was pretty troubling, he felt... At least as far as sight was concerned. It was definitely his most relied on, and losing it made him feel just a little anxious. However, the fact others were in a situation similar to him put him slightly at ease, especially given this was being done only for reasons outlined by the event. In that way, it was even pretty exciting... What kind of hand would he touch? Would it be slimy? A bit calloused? Armored? Soft? The few hours on Ecchi Island showed him there were many attractive women, and all of them had something that defined their beauty in different ways.<br/><br/>Upon being asked to take two steps forward, he carefully measured his steps and stopped when indicated... Strangely enough, he could almost feel someone infront of him as well. Before he realized it, hands touched with his own, and he had to freeze momentarily to keep from jumping or making a noise that gave him away. Even with his hands being held by the other, it was impossible to tell who it was. He could at least rule one or three out, but there was still a massive island's worth of inhabitants, and he was certainly no detective. For now he remained still as the other person seemed to the rear a different approach to touching his hands. Almost like... Ah, was this palm reading? Definitely a curious way there a key collect information, but what would she gleam? Would she see his occupation? His training? Perhaps his experiences would be revealed... A soft and uncharacteristically embarassing flush graced his cheeks as he realized... If this person was a gentle soul, perhaps there were things she was better off not seeing. However, it was too little, too late... He was committed to the event, and there was no going back now.<br/><br/>Not wanting to feel like the other was doing all the work, his hands moved into action, one remaining still for her to read the palm. The other, however, turned to take hold of her other hand, partially rough fingertips gracing the fair skin of the other. He had no idea what he was expected to feel for, or how much he could feel... Maybe he could have been direct and touched more than her hand, but best to not throw her off just yet... Though he couldn't resist his hand slowly moving up her forearm from her hand, attempting to help her relax, maybe even go along with it.<br/><br/>After all, if she read anything about him from his palms, perhaps she would know he was not beyond doing something like this...