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While the event out at the Siren Cove Lodge and Resort hadn't been a bad way to start off in a new town, April hadn't bothered trying to get a room, instead opting to return to her apartment in town. She supposes she might have been able to find someone willing to share, but she's not quite prepared to jump into such arrangements, instead choosing to watch those around her, interacting with them to test the waters and see what they might be able to do for her.

Today she's doing a bit of exploring. She walks the boardwalk, looking into store windows as she goes -- a few of them are closed, their owners out at the Lodge, she expects -- and then through town. She passes the library, a police station, several cafes and small restaurants. Thus far she isn't sure what to make of Siren Cove, if the name has anything to do with what she might find or if she's just killing more time before she has to move on again. There's a part of her that wants to find nothing except a little bit of fun, but there's another, quiet part of her looking for something more. Some explanation as to what she is, where she's come from.

She's wearing a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy heels and she's dressed this way with intention. It's a sweet, approachable look and yet the heels are just unstable enough for it to look genuine when she trips, one ankle twisting as she reaches out for the nearest passerby.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," she says, laughing at herself, looking faintly embarrassed. "It's these shoes. Are you alright?"

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She laughs at that, bright and surprised, then shakes her head. "What a way you have with words," she says. "I said nothing about his dick, only his boat." Though she imagines there's probably very little that's not appealing about his dick and she suspects she'll find out all about it sooner or later.

[bachjones]

"Please share all about his boat if you happen to be able to board it. He's enough to sing praises of, but you wouldn't want to be disappointed after joining the fleet, I guess."

[seas_open]

"You know, you might be taking this boat euphemism just a little too far," she says with a laugh. "But if you want, I'll let you in on all the details. If you're really that interested."

[bachjones]

"I thought I was doing pretty well?" He scratches his beard. "Although you do seem to prefer straight talk. Am I right?"

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"You're right," April agrees and while she's more than guilty of not employing straight talk herself, she does prefer it from others. "But if it doesn't do anything for you, why would you want to hear all about it?"

[bachjones]

"How do you call it, living through someone else? That I can't have sex anymore, doesn't mean I can't enjoy the idea. Straight talk."

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April looks at him for a moment, her lips turned up in something not quite a smile before she nods. "Alright, then." There's something oddly interesting about him, about this very conversation, and she isn't sure why, but the thought of telling an attractive man about sleeping with another seems sort of fun. "If I bed the handsome blond mountain, you'll get the details."

[bachjones]

He smiles. "I'd like that. If you are a nice story teller, I'd like that. If you will stutter, blush and use weird words, I'll pass. If that's not too much to ask."

[seas_open]

"Oh, come on, do I remind you as the kind of storyteller who'd stutter and blush their way through a tale?" she asks, her lips quirking. "I'll use my big girl words, I promise."

[bachjones]

"I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe all this is a front and you're a shy virgin telling me to look away so she can blush a little." He winks. "I don't believe that."

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"I'm not very prone to blushing," she answers with a sweet smile. She's seen a lot of things, lived a lot, there isn't much left that she sees any need to blush over, especially not sex.

[bachjones]

"Never ever?"

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"Not so far, but I never like to say never," she answers with a shake of her head. "Maybe someday some lucky soul will find a way to make me blush."

[bachjones]

"A lucky soul. Because .." He strokes his beard. "You're secretly some kind of genie that can only grant wishes after she blushed?"

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Every time he touches his beard, April finds herself wanting to do the same, but she leaves her hands at her side as she smiles. "I guess you'll only find out when and if you make me blush," she answers. "What would you wish for if that was the case?"

[bachjones]

"To be myself again. Maybe make my mother happy. But just .. be myself again. After that I might manage to make you blush, everybody wins."

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Something in her softens at that, just the slightest bit, and her smile becomes a little gentle. "If I could grant wishes, I'd certainly find a way to get you back to being yourself," she says. The rest she leaves alone, having had little use for her family since she was taken from them.

[bachjones]

"Ha. Guess I will have to keep you very close, then." He unbuttons his coat, pats the pockets. "Do you think you can fit in there?"