Name: 11<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 4<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>She paused in her investigation as the other hand gripped hers, a small gasp escaping her lips and a fervent hope that whoever she was exploring wasn’t going to be shocked away by the cold that her body irradiated from her skin. The rough fingertips of her partner grazing skin that had never known hard work or held a tool. Soft and dainty with no imperfections and further up to her forearm.<br/><br/>Her whole body froze as the calloused hands massaged her forearm and went just a bit further. Indecision flashed through her mind. Was this what she was supposed to do? Was this common among the students of the various universities? Was this forward for his? Was he safe in doing these actions? And then the soft voice over the speaker.<br/><br/>The hands trembled as the small hand moved up muscled arms, pausing and examining the muscles with nail and finger, to the elbow and digging for the elusive nerve that caused man and woman to laugh. A laugh would tell her much about the person she was dealing with. She prayed he wouldn’t find the ticklish spots where her arm and shoulder met. She wasn’t sure if laughing was allowed. She reached out to try and feel anything with this person. To know what he was thinking, to know what he was feeling. She moved her body a little closer, taking a whiff of his body. She was certain it was a male now. There was a certain pheromone that men seemed to exert. She found it a fascinating experiment knew the less she’d have to write this in her journal.<br/><br/>She bit her lower lip. There was a certain thrill in this slow grapple to discover more about each other. Would the next touch be allowed towards the face? She wasn’t sure what to make of the lines on his plans. Something told her that this was an individual who was known to make tough decisions and live with those regrets. But that was only a hypothesis. Only time would tell.