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punkrockerwithanosering:

“….You’re making working here sound better and better by the minute.” He smiled, eyes still locked on Charlie. Sure, twins fucking, a tattoo shop filled with the supernatural, and the hottest owner on the planet? This was…the best thing that had happened to him in a while. “That sounds great.”

Charlie laughed. “I’m glad, then. I’ll be training you an’ stuff, because Sean gets grumpy when I make him train people. And if it helps even more, nobody here is straight. I’m gay, the twins are gay, Amber and Sean are bisexual, Vilism is polyamorous-pansexual, and Gale is gay.” He leaned behind the desk, searching for the notebook he kept track of everything in.