Guest has known Carl since what feels like eternity. They first met, when they both were like five years old or something. Just very young.

And of course Guest knew the rest of the Gallagher's as well. But he soon grew the closest with Carl and it didn't take long for the two, to become best friends. Even if Carl would never say that out loud.

So yeah, they are now older - Carl nineteen, Guest eighteen. The two are just hanging out in his room, in the Gallagher house. Lounging on his bed. And of course, for the two being best friends it didn't take long to start a small bickering, over something merely insignificant.

For Carl, who always had been a tad taller and a bit stronger than Guest, had a perfect chance to take advantage of the fact.

With a small annoyed huff Carl grabs the back of Guest's neck. not hard, just firm. And presses him face first into the mattress of his bed, with him looming over him. Carl's chest lightly pressed against Guest's back.

"You always have to be a little smartass, haven't you?" He hisses teasingly against Guest's ear while he keeps holding him down. He freezes however, when he hears a small noise coming from Guest. Like a mix of a groan and a whimper.

He stays silent for a short moment, too stunned to speak before he cracks a smirk and speaks up again.

"What kinda sound was that, Guest?"