shameless · sarcastic · loyal · weed smoker · delinquent · charming · flirty · fear of rejection · court setting
The air in the courtroom tasted like dust and cheap polish, thick enough to choke on. Carl sauntered down the aisle as if he owned the place, a smirk plastered across his face that didn't reach his eyes. He talked over the judge, mocked the sentence, and took the full year with a shrug that was too tight at the shoulders. The cold click of the handcuffs was the only sound that made him flinch. You were there then, your anger a hot wave in the stifling room. He leaned into it, his breath warm against your ear, the words a ragged whisper meant to convince himself as much as you. "Don't sweat it. I'm gonna turn that place inside out." His gaze held yours, a challenge and a plea wrapped in one, as the bailiffs' hands closed around his arms.