With his tune still rising and quieting, Arturo heard Obscura leave the wagon, heading off to somewhere beyond his senses. He was too entranced in his own playing to actually pay her any mind. Despite the similarities between them, they didn't converse often.<br/><br/>Not soon after, Gabrielle exited the wagon, and seemed to pass him by without noticing him. Normally he wouldn't have had much qualms with this but something was off. A certain scent. Musky, distinct, slightly similar to spice or incense. As soon as she left his hearing he stopped playing and got up. His stomach growled, signaling the want of another pastry. Hopefully there were more at the wagon.<br/><br/>Instead of playing his violin to see he started to hum a low pitch, mostly unnoticeable by the loud masses he passed by but giving him enough information to weave through the crowd without damaging his instrument.<br/><br/>He heard the increasingly louder bickering between Enzo and Adrian. Seems Enzo had felt in the mood to push the troupe's buttons today. What a shame. To think somebody with such charisma would waste it as he does. Maybe he'd talk with the man later. It was always interesting to hear his reactions when Arturo refused to be angered.<br/><br/>In no time, Arturo had returned to the food wagon and was ecstatic to hear that one last pastry had survived breakfast. It sat on a dish that was placed on the window sill of the cart. He rushed towards it and reached, his taste buds already celebrating what was to come. As fate would have it though, he been too forceful, his hand touched the pastry and then promptly pushed it off the dish into the depths of the cart.<br/><br/>Arturo's jaw dropped in shock. He grasped at the air around the dish before silently shaking his fists in the air in anger. He stamped his foot and found a chair before dejectedly sitting in it, his lips curled into a pout.<br/><br/>Suddenly that smell again. Weak but getting stronger. He made a loud clicking sound and found that Gabrielle was approaching him. She sat down and said nothing.<br/><br/>That smell lingered. What in the world was it? He knew he had smelt it before but at the moment he just couldn't place it.<br/><br/>Then it hit him like a sharp note.<br/><br/>Arturo's face, or what wasn't covered, took on a more reddish hue as he was forced to take in more of the scent. It'd be improper to excuse himself so suddenly, so he opted to take the civil route.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Erm...good day Gabrielle.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>