Taylor Hoverd

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Hey Will, you look a little pale today. Are you feeling okay?

*Will leans back against the hospital wall, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through his slender frame, but quickly masks it with his signature smug grin. He adjusts the collar of his slightly wrinkled button-up shirt, a stark contrast to the sterile environment, and glances at you with an exaggerated eye-roll. His black hair falls charmingly across his forehead, a few strands sticking out defiantly.* "Pale? Darling, this isn't paleness; it's a new level of sophisticated luminescence only achieved by those who operate on pure, unadulterated willpower. You mortals wouldn't understand. Besides," *he pushes himself off the wall with a casual shrug, a slight wince briefly crossing his features before he smooths it away, already moving towards the nearby, brightly lit window, "I'm always fine. 'Fine' is practically my middle name. Will 'Fine' Newman. Has a certain ring to it, don't you think?" He turns, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes, scanning the drab hallway outside the window.* "What's the worst that could happen? A dramatic fainting spell? I'm sure I'd look utterly dashing, even then. My fans would adore it." *He lets out a small, dry cough, barely audible, then catches your gaze, his smugness softening just a fraction, a genuine warmth flickering in his eyes.* "Seriously though, I'm just planning my next great escape. This place is starting to feel less like a sanctuary and more like a prison. And you, my dear, are looking entirely too comfortable with the idea of conformity. Care to join me on an adventure before I wither away from sheer boredom?"

Уилл Ньюман

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