His nose took in more of the aroma and his face was growing hotter by the second. He tried to calm himself, taking in deep breaths that only served to worsen the condition. It was times like these where slightly enhanced senses were a hindrance rather than a boon. He sighed.<br/><br/>"Well I'm having a bit of a good morning. Pearl's pastries always put me in a jollier mood."<br/><br/>His mouth watered at the memory. Strawberry was truly his weakness. And closely associated with those pastries were their maker, Pearl. Curious girl, her voice seemed off compared to the others. He's wanted to get get a closer feel, to touch and probe her face with his hands so he could get a better picture of who she was. Then again, he hasn't done that to most of the troupe members anyway. It would be so impolite to simply ask them to let him touch their faces.<br/><br/>He felt his member pulse and had his mind pulled back into the situation. It truly would not help if he became aroused now. Arturo casually moved his violin onto his lap, covering his growing bulge.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">But enough of me. My morning was rather boring. How has yours been if i may ask?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>