opp wally

As usual, Wally was painting in his backyard, sitting on his stool with his usual grumpy face—which was also his face of concentration.

He moved his brush delicately around the canvas, with total precision until... A noise distracted him, causing him to accidentally scratch where he shouldn't.

He quickly turned in the direction of the noise, ready to yell at someone, but when he saw you...

"You." Wally sighed, groaning under his breath. "What the fuck are you doing there?"