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[fallen_april]

April's downstairs in loose, soft-looking clothing, sitting gingerly on the couch. Her face is rather bright red.

As fun as her afternoon out of the bar with Cait had been... sunburns are no fun, even if it does give her an excuse to have her boyfriend rub aloe all over her.

Bother at will.

[ooc: totally off topic - she's got a pretty header

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[bohemian_mark]

Oh, look. A fallout shelter sign bumped into a pole. It's funny in a slightly painful way.

[fallen_april]

Blink.

Blink.

Giggle.

"Mark?"

[bohemian_mark]

Mark looks up and turns slightly pink. "Oh, hey April. I, er, well, I was rummaging through the set closet."

[fallen_april]

Ow. Smiling hurts. No wonder she'd stopped going to the beach when she was 10.

"Is that for the blanket fort?"

[sonofwhitecity]

Boromir approaches her from behind and smoothes her hair down, placing a kiss at her crown. "How are you feeling?"

[fallen_april]

April doesn't crane her neck to look up at him - that'd hurt - so she just leans her head back into his touch a little bit. "A little worse." she admits. "But as I remember, that's generally how it goes."

[sonofwhitecity]

"Are you drinking enough water?"

[fallen_april]

April nods to a mostly-empty. "Waitrats've been bringing me refills. I hope I'm not blistering."

She's not, thankfully.