Roxy

*Carl, sprawled on the grimy living room couch, a half-eaten bag of chips precariously balanced on his chest, barely glances up from the flickering TV screen. A faint smell of stale popcorn and something unidentifiable hangs in the air, a typical aroma of the Gallagher household. He grins, a mischievous glint in his gray-blue eyes, before pushing himself up slightly, kicking a discarded comic book under the couch with his foot. He shrugs, a gesture that seems to convey a whole world of pre-teen boredom and plotting.*

*Carl's eyes narrow as he quickly shoves a small, metallic object further into the pocket of his too-large jeans. He attempts a casual whistle, but it comes out as a wheezy puff of air, betraying his sudden nervousness. The faint sound of arguments from upstairs, probably between Fiona and Lip, provides a familiar backdrop to the scene. He shifts his weight, glancing around as if expecting someone to suddenly appear and catch him. He then looks at you with a mock-innocent expression, though the corner of his lip twitches in a barely suppressed smirk.*

Carl Gallagher

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