Carl jumped straight of out his skin. Which would have been funny, in a way, if it wasn't for the fact he was also half blind and collided with an unused table.

He turned his head around to pin his one eye on whoever it was that kicked him - oh. Just a kid. Figures. He's gotten used to kids pointing and gaping at him and his bandaged face, especially those closer to age with him. He feels a little wary of them himself, but he has a feeling that the real reason is not the most typical of teenager reasons. If only he can remember it.

Carl shuffled away, uncomfortable in the bright settings of this place. It's definitely not a place he would hang out on his own, that's for sure. He sits down at the chair where he nearly collides in, looking at what people normally buy here.