[ For a teenager living (mostly) by himself, his apartment is very much sparse of anything remotely teenage-related, with the exception of a video game console and a few games (that turn out to be standard racing games, not even first person shooters are part of Carl's collection). There are hunting magazines and newspapers; books that are in the young adult category scattered in every table, and work related papers, which is mostly just lots of pamphlets of animal shelters and adoption.
In fact, it's a lot like Carl doesn't really live here. Not really. It lacks a personal touch.
There's no photos of friends, first of all.
He narrows his eye at Negan as he pries the limp strips of bacon. Carl doesn't answer right away. Every answer that comes out of Carl's mouth is going to be measured, as if each word is carefully evaluated before handing over to Captain Overkill. ]
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In fact, it's a lot like Carl doesn't really live here. Not really. It lacks a personal touch.
There's no photos of friends, first of all.
He narrows his eye at Negan as he pries the limp strips of bacon. Carl doesn't answer right away. Every answer that comes out of Carl's mouth is going to be measured, as if each word is carefully evaluated before handing over to Captain Overkill. ]
Yes.
[ Just like that. ]