Arturo's content expression stayed that way as he nibbled into the pastry some more. He loved strawberry. With the pastry gone from his hand and mostly into his mouth he was about to shout for another. Until he heard, and felt, David and the Goliath, D and G, approached the table. His ears perked up, using each of their footsteps as a guide for where the behemoth was, while his mind feverishly prayed for them to not fall over and nearly kill him...again. He took a sip of his coffee, his hand only trembling a little bit.<br/><br/>With everybody quieted by D and G's approach, Arturo was able to easily pick out Adrian's entrance. Especially when he spoke out in greeting. He took another sip of his coffee as Adrian sat down next to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. His shaking hand had steadied by now and when Adrian started to tap out a tune, a small smile broke out upon Arturo's lips, the only sign that he was enjoying it at all.<br/><br/>Arturo listened in on Adrian's exchange with Angelo.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Red">Oh, they'll be back. Honestly, who couldn't love this?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Anybody with half a mind, perhaps?</span>"<br/><br/>Arturo's smile grew a bit of teeth as he let loose the friendly jab. He took a sip of coffee, this time eliciting a quiet slurping sound.<br/><br/>Arturo shouted loudly over to the food cart, "<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">May I have another of that pastry, please? It was delicious.</span>"<br/><br/>A loud thump behind him, made Arturo jump slightly before he elicited a low hum to hear who it was.  Adrian, again with his antics, either playing around or trying to impress Serina. Even a blind man could see that he liked the girl. Why he wouldn't simply tell her or serenade her in some way was beyond him.<br/><br/>Then multiple gunshots. Either he was being shot at or Zamie was fed up with something again. He took a sip of coffee. Hopefully it was the latter.<br/><br/>Arturo looked in the general direction of the food cart. His lips curled into a pout as he whimpered, wanting another of those pastries to find its way into his hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>