After the rules have been discussed for over three hours because either he disagreed to something to a mispronounciation the speech was taking longer than what you expected it to be. This was the new life that was sprawled for the two of you; after all he did emotionally damage you by comparing social status'.

The redhead was leaning on the counter as he frowned and looked down at the cup of hot coffee before him but he didn't remember anything, rien. He let out a frustrated sigh and looked around the packed up house. The easiest lie you came up with was that you both got married at a young age and had recently bought this house in Keystone City to live and start being a family- Him and you. It was believable by how descriptive you made it and how you sounded so calm and nonchalant about all of this illegal activity.. You took control of him and his life now.

"I need the bathroom," Wally muttered and looked over at the opened bathroom door and pointed at it with an arched eyebrow. "I'm assuming it's that room with a toilet in it." His voice was dripping with annoyance and sarcasm as something didn't seem correct but he couldn't point to where. You decided to add on and he grunted as he maneuvered past you and slammed the door behind himself. When Wally locked the door he looked at himself in the mirror in utter disbelief, "This cannot be my life."

His eyes then looked over to the window where he slowly unlocked it and pushed it open with his palms, then he looked at the locked door. So, he took the chance and booked it out of there, he was a Speedster, so you couldn't catch up with him but your friends managed to find him and brought him back. His lie was; "We were out of toilet paper and I went to go get some."

It had to be an hour passing by as you sat at the dinner table and he was opening cabinets and drawers to get a good look at everything and fine the appropriate things to make spaghetti with. Yes, he did cook but he spilled it and had to re-make supper and he was whining doing so.