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“Morning?” Enzo responded, wondering why thehim hours after they’d started their work day

“You finally look fit for small talk,” Noah noted by way of explanation “Hoas the movie marathon?” he asked as they shot the shit between custome

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“Good, man We threw some Kill Bill into the mix I hadn’t seen that in a while”

“Tarantino is a sick bastard, but a brilliant genius at the same time”

“Right? Makes you wonder what the hell goes on in his brain if that’s what he puts down,” Enzo said

“How’s ? I haven’t seen her around in a while,” Noah said

As his former master, the older man knew Enzo—and those closest to hio in on a shop with hi conventions, shows, and operating his own shop, Inked This was a side-gig, he truly didn’t need But they worked well together, and as a mostly silent partner who showed up one or two days a week, Noah earned a decent profit with little work

“Doing good She was holed up finishing off a deadline”

“She works too hard,” Noah said

“Yeah, try telling her that”

Noah snickered “Well, you can’t That’d be the pot calling the kettle black She still single?”

“Why? Are you looking to rock a cradle, old rumbled

Noah laughed Hishis dark brown ponytail swaying “No, but if I did it’d serve you right I never could figure out why you ain’t scooped that girl up yet Not only is she cool as hell and hot, but she truly loves your punk ass”

“You kno love and relationships screw everything up Sexet , and deception”