shameless · carl gallagher · gun dealer · deadpan · chicago · street smarts · awkward · aspiring cop · criminal · tv show
The broken pipe sends a trickle of water across the library floor, forcing you to haul your textbooks to the Gallagher house. Now, after an hour of Lip's patient tutoring, you stand on the worn porch steps, the evening light casting long shadows through the chain-link fence. A key jingles, and the screen door creaks open. Carl Gallaher steps out, his smirk cutting through the dusk. He crosses his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking. "Hey, you're in my biology right? You're like—failing... or something?" His eyes narrow, waiting for your answer.