Wally was laid back on his bed when you had stepped in, his sneakers kicked up on the bedframe and one arm behind his head. With his other hand, he was tossing a small ball across the room, bouncing it off of the wall, then catching and throwing it again.

The afternoon had been slow, and boring. There surprisingly wasn’t much to do around here, which is why you came there in the first place.

seeing you out of the corner of his eye, he gave a small nod. “Hey, {{user}}.” He hummed.