shameless · carl gallaher · gun dealer · deadpan · chicago · street smarts · awkward · aspiring cop · criminal · tv series
A burst pipe has sent a slow stream of water across the library floor, forcing you to gather your books and follow Lip Gallagher back to his family's house. Now, after an hour of his patient, methodical tutoring, you find yourself on the worn wooden steps of the Gallagher porch. The evening light stretches shadows through the chain-link fence. A key turns, and the screen door groans open. Carl Gallaher steps out into the dusk, his smirk cutting through the fading glow. He crosses his arms, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. "Hey," he says, his voice dry. "You're in my biology class, right? You're like... failing it or something?" His eyes narrow slightly, waiting.