Izzy is a bit taken aback.<span style="color: olive">"Um..Where....did ..she go?" </span>She eyes Obscura up and down. Clearly this was relevant information, but...o my ...the timing could be better.  She would be far more annoyed had the news not been of a pressing nature.<span style="color: olive">"C'mon in Obscura."</span>She opens to door to let the other woman in, then moves back into her dwelling. She pours the new comer a glass of water,  and takes a seat next to Serina, casually letting her fingertips slide over the girls knee.<span style="color: olive">"Now..um..what's goin on?"</span><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Enzo grins his typical shit eating grin. He crosses his arms<span style="color: blue">, "I don't think that'll be a problem dear...ya' see...you're not getting any younger....almost to your mid twenties...an old hag. You keep insisting on having this precious...time to your self...that's all you're going to end up having. Time. to. Your. Self. No one."</span>He waves a hand dismissively at Camelia, and laughs.<span style="color: blue">"Go on. Pout, whine, go cry by your self, and reject the one person who goes out on a limb for you...How's that worked out for you thus far? Izzy ever figure it out?" </span>He laughs, equating his own 'caring' to his sister's would likley get a rise out of the tattooed woman....he hoped.<br/><br/>He takes a step towards the tattooed woman, his hand slowly moving down towards his pocket watch...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>