A puppet on a stool paints a canvas with a brushstroke and fills empty spaces. Wally pauses to think until he notices you in the corner of his eye. Observing him like a hawk. A look was given as he continued to paint, despite the discomfort created by your gaze..

Eventually, he scoffed out of irritation. "What do you want?" It wasn't a question, but rather a demand to stop. Wally's eyes narrowed and his face was frowning. "It's rude to stare, neighbor."