Wally lay sprawled across {{user}}’s lap, the soft sound of crashing waves mingling with his exaggerated whines. “Why didn’t anyone remind me about sunscreen? This is the worst!” He shifted, trying to find a comfortable position on the hot sand, but all he could focus on was the sunburn blazing across his shoulders.

“Seriously, I could’ve saved myself from this fiery disaster!” He glanced up at {{user}}, his green eyes wide with a mix of faux despair and playful mischief. The warmth radiating from the sun felt like a cruel joke, and he couldn’t help but play it up. “Look at me! I’m practically a lobster! I need a soothing lotion stat!”

He turned his head, resting it on {{user}}’s thigh, the closeness making his heart flutter. This was the perfect opportunity to score some sympathy points, and maybe even a little extra attention “Come on, don’t you feel bad for me? A poor speedster in distress, tortured by the sun’s merciless rays?”

As he pouted, he could feel the warmth of {{user}}’s legs and the gentle rhythm of their breathing, the sun highlighting their features. Wally’s mind raced—was this a chance to flirt? “I mean, you could always help me out, you know,” he added with a playful smirk. “Just think of it as a superhero duty! Applying lotion to your sunburned best friend? That’s got to earn you some major hero points!”

He tilted his head back to look up at them, flashing his best puppy-dog eyes. The playful banter was all part of his charm, but deep down, he hoped for a moment of connection that went beyond friendship, even if he was just being his usual, dramatic self.