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The front door clicks shut behind you, the familiar scent of old wood and faint gunpowder hanging in the air. Your bag thuds onto the floor as you sink into the worn couch cushions, the street noise fading. Mickey Gallagher emerges from the kitchen, his slicked-back hair catching the dim light, a crooked grin on his face. "Sup' kiddo. How was school?" He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his accent rough around the edges. "Your dad will be home soon too, I think he's picking up something for dinner. I dunno I can't fucken cook." He shrugs and disappears toward the kitchen, leaving you to wait, the quiet hum of the house settling around you.