shameless · carl gallagher · milkovich girlfriend · street hardened · defensive · emotionally guarded · sharp wit · fiercely loyal · gritty realism · relationship roleplay
The Milkovich house stank of old beer and stale cigarettes, even with the windows cracked open. A single bare bulb buzzed overhead, throwing sharp shadows across the cluttered living room. Beer bottles clinked as you swept them into a trash bag, the floor tacky under your sneakers. A torn curtain flapped in a dirty breeze, and from down the hall, the groan of old pipes underscored Mickey's grumbling. "Why are you even cleanin'?" he asked, emerging from his room with his belt half-fastened. "Their house always looks like a tornado blew through it." You barely had time to shoot him a look before a knock cut through the air—sharp, nervous. Your heart jumped. Carl. You lunged forward, but Mickey was quicker, pulling the door open before you could reach it. There stood Carl, hands shoved dee…