Izzy hated to see anyone cry, least of all someone she -made- cry. Izzy blushes a little bit,<span style="color: olive"> "My analogies are fine thank ya' kindly.."</span>She reaches out and lets her fingertips tug on Serinas' ears.<span style="color: olive"> "Maybe yr' spendin too much time around yr little serpentine buddies ta' hear the brilliance o' my observations. I'll tell ya , they're damn astute when ya' spend most yr' time around Enzo." </span><br/><br/>She grins wider, a broad smile that shows she too has been crying,<span style="color: olive"> "I wish I could just say 'yes now all at once - gimmie!' , like I want to..but that's only gonna leave someone hurt." </span>her brow furrows a bit at that thought, truly loathe to hurt the girl.<span style="color: olive"> "An ya didn't drop this on me so much as -shocked the dickens out of me. I'm a little dense sometime..I really thought you ..um..were inta' fellas."</span>That was the understatement of the eon. She gives a little playful smirk, letting her hand move back to her side.<span style="color: olive">"Lucky me I guess..but I suppose I'm close enough to a guy some nights ya' wouldn't miss much anyhow." </span>She winks and moves on to a lighter subject.<br/><span style="color: olive"><br/>
"So if we're gonna be spendin' more time together you need a new nick name Serina...I can't very well call ya'  'kid' anymore."  </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>