[Xiao Xingchen can make a decent judgment about the distance from a person's voice, just listening to them speak. He reaches for the man's shoulder, lingering briefly before his hand trails downwards to the back of his arm, then just below his elbow. That's where his hand clasps around the man as he then begins to place it into the leather sleeve without any delay.]
Really? Is it that much of a surprise?
[Perhaps he would not be this way at another time, but all of his concerns about his actions are smoothed over as he's pulled along by this new interest of his.
As he speaks, he reaches towards the man's left arm.]
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Really? Is it that much of a surprise?
[Perhaps he would not be this way at another time, but all of his concerns about his actions are smoothed over as he's pulled along by this new interest of his.
As he speaks, he reaches towards the man's left arm.]