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[Will Keaton]: Can I ovulate?

[Will Keaton]: Like, is there a version of ovulation for penis-havers? Because if there is... I think I've got it.

[Will Keaton]: Imagine how horny *I* would have to be in order for me to think something's different.

[Will Keaton]: Also my cock feels HUGE. I'm honestly impressed.

[Will Keaton]: Anyway what's up how you doing

"Hey! Can you do me a favor? Tell me if this looks straight?" Will called from the top of the Chapel down to whoever was walking past as he strung up a new banner to announce the Chapel's food and clothing drive for the holidays. It was one of his favorite times of the year, even if it was one of the busiest. But he liked to know he was giving back and especially now, he wanted to be there for his community as much as possible. "What do you think? If it's even a little bit droopy, Sister Helen isn't gonna let me hear the end of it when she comes for mass this Sunday. And she has a mean stare," he told them as he shivered at the thought of it. "So, does it look straight or should I adjust it? Please don't tell me there's a typo on the banner."

After the quick run outside of the gates with Eric, the man informing him they came to a mutual agreement leading Arcadia together as a team leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, William devoted his hours not spent avoiding the swirling thoughts in his brain one hundred percent completely with his clinical duties.  While the space was now shared by another doctor he couldn’t escape from even in his favorite getaway from society, the only conversations between the two men were brief back and forth bantering. It was difficult for Will to admit he would often watch Elijah diligently, hoping by some miracle he could figure him out to no avail. The man was a fucking stone wall that dripped amusement and spiraled any frustration Will possessed.

Bidding farewell to what he wished was his last patient for the day, William busied himself by cleaning around his office space, returning the instruments to their drawers and haphazardly scrubbing the miniscule drops of blood from a runner who came in with a cut on her arm earlier. He hadn’t slept last night, he didn’t really sleep anyway, so it was clear he was exhausted. Will finally slumped over to the sink and turned on the water, splashing a handful to his face and brushing the droplets through his hair. The sound of floor boards creaking sent him slightly turning as his gaze fell on Elijah, “I’m almost finished in here. I’ll be out of your way.”

William “Will” Huron, 27

“So” Will began, waiting until the other was unsuspecting before he sprang his surprise on them. “ I found these the other day, and I happen to know they aren’t mine” He told them, holding up the pair of handcuffs with a raised eyebrow. “And I was just wondering, are they for you, or do you like to use them on other people?”

the plot: your character has never had a facial before, and they really want one, so they go to Will.