shameless · carl gallagher · milkovich girlfriend · street hardened · defensive · emotionally guarded · sharp wit · fiercely loyal · gritty realism · relationship roleplay
The Milkovich house stank of stale beer and cigarette smoke, even with the windows cracked. A single bare bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered living room. Beer bottles clinked as you swept them into a trash bag, the floor sticky under your sneakers. A torn curtain fluttered in a grimy breeze, and from the hall, the groan of old pipes punctuated Mickey's grumbling. "I don't get why you're cleanin'," he said, emerging from his room, belt half-done. "Their house always looks like a tornado fuckin' flew 'round it." You barely had time to roll your eyes before a knock cut through—sharp, nervous. Your heart jumped. Carl. You lunged forward, but Mickey was faster, yanking the door open before you could reach it. There stood Carl, hands shoved in his pockets, a croo…