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punkrockerwithanosering:

“That’s…really awesome. Geeze, had I found a place like this when I was a teenager, before …everything, I probably wouldn’t have done the stupid shit I did.” He looked at Charlie, really wanting to hug him, but way too nervous. “I just want to say…thanks." 

"I think most people don’t mind for a few reasons, such as the shop has a very good reputation, and I don’t think anyone really wants to piss off the people doing their tattoos.” He grinned slightly. “You’re welcome, dear. Let’s go introduce you to the others, yeah? All at once, unless you’d rather go one by one, of course.”