Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 19:35:32 GMT -8
He could feel the weight of her gaze on him. She was analyzing everything from his touch, to his skin, and lack of hair everywhere with the exception of his eyebrows and lashes. She recoiled slightly when he mentioned he refrained from much physical contact, and that brought the barest of smirks to the corner of his mouth. A hand shake was fine, strictly speaking he meant a little more physical contact than that. Massages back home was a very normal form of intimacy, in fact nearly everything they did socially had an intimate and oftentimes erotic element to it. For both their benefit he had to refrain some such activities.
"What exactly are you?... I mean... I'm human. What are you?"
Ah, so she was in fact human. It wasn't to say they couldn't be friendly or shake the hand of a Human. They just couldn't be intimate with one. Both Starfleet and Deltan law prohibited it. The Human psyche just couldn't handle it and it would cause them great psychological harm. There was such a thing as too much of a good thing, or so Human philosophers once put it. He didn't mind the scrutiny, they were very comfortable being looked at or watched in many forms, but he regarded her too with his own amber colored eyes as she leaned in closer but at a respectable distance.
"I'm a Deltan," he admitted to her. He then remembered that his species weren't known for much space exploration anymore, so as a means to elaborate he typed a few keystrokes into his PADD and turned it to face her. On screen was the Starfleet database on everything they had and learned about his species.
"This will explain it better, in case you never heard of us." he told her. It would also explain to her about his Oath.
Tag: Jo
"What exactly are you?... I mean... I'm human. What are you?"
Ah, so she was in fact human. It wasn't to say they couldn't be friendly or shake the hand of a Human. They just couldn't be intimate with one. Both Starfleet and Deltan law prohibited it. The Human psyche just couldn't handle it and it would cause them great psychological harm. There was such a thing as too much of a good thing, or so Human philosophers once put it. He didn't mind the scrutiny, they were very comfortable being looked at or watched in many forms, but he regarded her too with his own amber colored eyes as she leaned in closer but at a respectable distance.
"I'm a Deltan," he admitted to her. He then remembered that his species weren't known for much space exploration anymore, so as a means to elaborate he typed a few keystrokes into his PADD and turned it to face her. On screen was the Starfleet database on everything they had and learned about his species.
"This will explain it better, in case you never heard of us." he told her. It would also explain to her about his Oath.
Tag: Jo