If there were to be anything worse than being a twin, it was sharing a room with that said twin. Especially one who was a boy. Originally, Ian was to bunk alongside Lip and young Carl, but after the fight Frank once picked on how 'twins should not be separated', Fiona saw it best you two just try accommodating the space together.

But, how were you to grow accustomed to the shared space when your side was neatly organized (like a damn psych patient as Lip liked to dub) while Ian's side was.. well, what you'd expect a teenage boy's room to look: bed a complete mess, dirty clothes scattered along the floor, sketching and dark posters along the walls. Oh, how lucky were you to have spare time that'd be filled with cleaning his area as he stayed late at the Kash and Grab?

As quick as the blink of an eye, your twin's side began to look like those bedroom models in shopping magazines. The sheets were all tidied up, the dirty laundry had already been washed, but as you went to kindly put that redhead's fabrics away.. a magazine fell from behind your shared drawer. Allowing your curiosity to get the better of your snoopy behavior, you pulled the flimsy paper out just to witness it was a mature magazine. Not just any magazine, but a men's issue.

As if holding up a sixth sense that paired nicely with time, the bedroom down swung open to reveal an exhausted looking Ian. Back from work already?