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Carl waited for a few seconds. Seeing Fiona still not saying a word, he turned and walked away.
The breakfast was delicious, and he hadn't finished it yet.
Seeing Carl just walk off... Fiona's temper skyrocketed.
"Carl!" Fiona yelled fiercely, chasing him inside.
Carl ignored her, sitting back at the dining table to focus on his breakfast. Fiona sat across from him, absolutely fuming.
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Right then.
Daijiu, who had been sleeping on the couch, suddenly jumped down. In a flash, he was standing just off to Fiona's side, glaring at her fiercely and letting out a low, threatening growl.
Hearing it, Fiona got a little spooked.
Carl had never seen Daijiu react like this and was slightly surprised. "Daijiu, stop."
Daijiu glanced at Carl and stopped growling, but he didn't leave. He kept his eyes locked onto Fiona.
"What's wrong with this dog?" Interrupted by Daijiu, Fiona's anger cooled slightly. She asked Carl, confused.
"Probably doesn't like you," Carl answered casually as he chewed his food.
"..." Fiona was speechless. She thought about it, brushed it off, and went back to nagging Carl.
Carl kept quiet, fully focused on his breakfast. He gave off a pure nag all you want, if I listen, I lose vibe.
Fiona nagged for a long time. First, she talked about how dangerous a shooting range was, how dangerous guns were, and how he'd get hurt if he wasn't careful. Then she brought up Mickey's criminal history. She talked until her mouth went dry, but seeing Carl still not reacting...
"Carl," Fiona said, pissed off. "I'm begging you, don't do this. Just have fun this summer; you don't need to worry about making money."
Hearing that, Carl finally spoke up. "I'm begging you too, shut up. I've made my decision. It's none of your business."
Fiona refused to give up.
Right at that moment.
Debbie, who had come looking for Fiona since she hadn't returned, stood at the open front door and called out, "Fiona, are you in there?"
Hearing her, Fiona answered instinctively, "Yeah."
Debbie stepped into the house, looking around as she walked. She quickly reached Fiona and Carl. "Carl, what are you doing here?"
Up to this point, neither Fiona nor Debbie realized they were full-on trespassing in a private home. If Dexter wanted to be a dick about it, he could easily use this to send Fiona right back to prison to enjoy the good life.
"Eating breakfast," Carl replied impatiently. His relationship with Debbie was always like that—not terrible, but definitely not great either.
"Why are you eating breakfast here?" Debbie asked, confused. After asking, she looked around and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "This place is gorgeous."
Hearing that, Carl's eyes shifted as he realized something. "You guys shouldn't be in here. Dexter might get pissed. Leave."
Hearing this.
"?????" Uncontrollably, Fiona's heart sank. She suddenly got the feeling she was losing Carl, like Dexter was brainwashing him.
The feeling was terrifying.
Fiona couldn't accept that. She instantly panicked. "Carl, what is wrong with you? We're family..."
Before Fiona could finish, Carl, who had polished off his breakfast, stood up. He quietly dropped his plate in the sink, then turned and said coldly to Fiona and Debbie, "Let's go. We're all leaving."
Saying that, Carl led the way out.
Fiona and Debbie had no choice but to follow. As Debbie walked out, she kept looking around. The place was just too nice. It was right next door to their house, yet a million times better. Her feelings were incredibly conflicted.
Outside Dexter's house, Carl waited at the door. Once Fiona and Debbie stepped out, he reached out, pulled the door shut, and finally headed back to the Gallagher house.
Honestly, this version of Carl felt like a total stranger to both Fiona and Debbie. Fiona even felt like Carl was a completely different person.
Debbie was shocked too.
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It didn't take long for the three of them to get back to the Gallagher house.
In the living room, an argument about Carl naturally kicked off immediately. Carl kept his mouth shut, his willpower solid as a rock. He gave off a pure fuck whatever you think vibe.
The argument dragged on and on...
Ian, who originally had zero plans to get involved, finally couldn't take Fiona, Lip, and Debbie constantly talking shit about Mickey. He spoke up.
"Enough. Mickey isn't the same Mickey anymore. He's been keeping his head down for over half a year. He hasn't messed with anyone, just making honest money. What's wrong with Carl working for him?" Ian looked at Carl. "Carl, go do it. I support you."
"????" Hearing that, Fiona instantly lost it. "Ian, what the hell is wrong with you? Guys like Mickey Milkovich never change! He's a thug. You support Carl working for him? Are you kidding me? Do you want to watch Carl ruin his life?"
Look at that. Such condescending bullshit.
Ian got a little pissed too. "Fiona, do you really have the right to look down on Mickey right now?"
Fiona: "????"
What the hell was going on today? First Carl betrays the Gallagher family, and now Ian? Why? Fiona found it unbelievable. Her brain was buzzing, leaving her completely speechless.
Right then, Peggy slowly dragged her terminally ill body downstairs.
With all that yelling, Peggy had heard everything perfectly. She knew exactly what was going on. She gave Fiona, Lip, and Debbie a look of pure contempt. Her gaze then landed on Carl, who actually looked presentable today, and she smiled.
Peggy genuinely admired Carl's resolve.
Because of that admiration, Peggy—who had originally just planned to coast through her final days with her family after getting out of prison—got a new idea. Or rather, a new expectation.
Peggy wanted to help Carl. Make him better. Make him different from Fiona and the rest of these shameless fucks.
"Carl, looking sharp today," Peggy said with a chuckle.
Carl looked back and gave a cocky smirk. "Of course. These are my best clothes."
"Guess I'll have to take you to buy some new ones when I got time," Peggy smiled. "As for the job, take it. Grandma supports you too."
Fiona: "?????"
Motherfucker, again?
"Peggy, this is none of your business!" Fiona yelled frantically.
Peggy smiled, firing back without hesitation. "From what I heard, it ain't your business either. Fiona, Carl's got his own ideas. You trying to control him ain't good."
King.
Carl raised an eyebrow, catching the main point of that sentence.
Control? Fiona wants to control me? Carl whipped his head around, glaring at Fiona with a hostile look.
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Dexter got home and checked the kitchen.
The fact that Carl ate breakfast but didn't wipe the table or wash his dishes was right there in front of him.
Dexter smiled, turned on the faucet, and washed the dishes. He decided he'd find time to slowly guide Carl into doing this kind of stuff.
Washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning up...
Carl's Path to Godhood: Starting with the Small Stuff. That book would probably be pretty good, Dexter thought to himself, having nothing better to do.
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