Too absorbed into his breakfast to really notice the going-ons around him, Arturo munched away at his pastries. He was in a strawberry paradise. As if he was eating out of a giant strawberry pastry bush, its leaves blocking out the sun but its fruits finding his mouth and keeping him there. With each bite his chin and mouth received another helping of crumbs and jelly, and his lips continued to stay curved up.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Blue">Hello Arturo, did you enjoy your breakfast?</span>"<br/><br/>Startled, Arturo dropped the last bite of his pastry. Having lost it to the abyss, he sighs and looks toward Pearl, his smile having lost a bit of its former luster. The last bite was always the best one.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Oh yes! Those pastries you make are truly wonderful. The best I've had in all the places we've been through. If I could I'd have them for every meal. But alas, I'll have to settle for every morning.</span>"<br/><br/>He smirks.<br/><br/>He opens his mouth to start on about something else but is interrupted when she says "<span style="color: Blue">One moment.</span>"<br/><br/>He quiets down and simply nods before waiting. After a couple minutes of waiting and listening to the ambient noises of a Circus being set up, the steam and cranking of gears, the birds in the sky and the Townies excitedly murmuring. A couple more minutes pass by and he finally gets up. Pearl must have been dragged into something. He holds his violin gently as he walk through the crowd, some paying him no mind, others glancing at the man with his head wrapped up. How does he see?<br/><br/>He wanders the ground a little bit before finally finding a patch of grass for him to sit in. He carefully places his rear down on the ground and starts to play his violin. A haunting<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8ITW72y_6s" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">melody</a>came forth from the instrument as he pushes and pulls his bow across the strings. His vision extends in a circle around him, his hearing branching out, taking in objects from afar as he plays, seeing the birds in the sky, one of the Circus Folk's wagons, and a trio of woman, Serina, Camelia, and Isabella, approaching. They pass by him and he says nothing, not minding their presence. He pays them no mind until they stop by the wagon and seem to press themselves against the door. Was it locked? No, then they'd be banging against it not leaning. Perhaps they were eavesdropping on someone inside? More likely. It didn't concern him though.<br/><br/>But then again he couldn't help but be curious. When Serina walked away from the eavesdropping duo, he called to her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">So what are those two up to?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>