Fuck, stop it, Carl..

Carl was on the train one morning, getting ready to just... Do whatever came to his mind.

He had no filter. Just glaring at people he didn't like. When he saw you, his eyes widened. He didn't know you. But damn it, he wanted to.

You were looking right at him, a slight tilt in your head. He felt his pants tighten quickly. He looked away from you, shutting his eyes, and covering his pants with his hands.

You were making him think things he shouldn't.