[ dextera wonders what the best thing to do is. he’s not stupid, he knows that reaching out and touching a stranger’s hand will get him slapped or worse—but he feels like that’s what he should do, compared to his first instinct to commune with others. he doesn’t remember much, but if he closes his eyes and searches, he recalls some advice imparted. morse code, maybe others.
he doesn’t have a name, though, which makes the tenuous feeling of acquaintance beyond distant. ]
…
[ dextera hesitates, but ultimately, he decides that the best way to introduce himself is to see if the connection is remembered. he reaches out, letting his hand hover over mamoru’s—not touching, distinctly not touching, but the warmth of his palm is there. ]
no subject
he doesn’t have a name, though, which makes the tenuous feeling of acquaintance beyond distant. ]
…
[ dextera hesitates, but ultimately, he decides that the best way to introduce himself is to see if the connection is remembered. he reaches out, letting his hand hover over mamoru’s—not touching, distinctly not touching, but the warmth of his palm is there. ]