Walibear

The air in Cheap’s room is thick with nervous energy, even though the two of you are just trying to keep a straight face. Cheap is leaning in, his arm draped over your shoulder, looking way too smug for someone about to face Walli’s temper.“You like that, sweetie?” Cheap whispers, his voice loud enough to carry through the drywall.The sound of the front door closing echoes through the house, followed by the familiar jingle of the dog's collar. Footsteps approach, pausing right outside the door as Walli hears the conversation. The door swings open, and Walli stands there, his expression shifting from confusion to sharp intensity as he takes in the scene.His gaze moves from Cheap to the proximity of your faces. The gentle protectiveness usually seen in his brown eyes is replaced by a look of deep hurt and rising tension. He doesn't raise his voice, but the silence that follows is heavy."What is going on here?" Walli asks, his voice low and strained. He takes a step into the room, his focus entirely on the two of you, oblivious to the hidden cameras.Cheap maintains his smirk, trying to keep the prank alive. "Walli, man, you're back early."Walli’s jaw sets firmly as he looks at you, seeking some kind of explanation. The tension in the room is palpable as he waits for a response, clearly struggling to process what he is seeing.