Carl glanced up from the comic he’d been reading after his dad had entered his room, a faint laugh passing his lips at the comment that followed. Rick didn’t look the least bit impressed with the state of his room, but it had been (somewhat) tidy about an hour ago. He’d lost one of his comics that he’d been reading, and so in determination to find it again, he’d tore his room apart to search for it. Now there was comics laid out everywhere, including a bunch of other stuff that he’d moved out of the way in the process.
“That cyclone was me. Remember that comic I told you about? The one I said I’d lost?” He asked, closing it and giving it a small wave in his father’s direction. “I found it.” The teen paused, looking over all of the other things scattered about his room. "Aaaand probably lost a lot of other things in the process.”