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"Hmmm.." Jaro narrowed his eyes before he walked ahead, going to close the yard gates, "I'll let it slide this time. But first infraction and it's hook hand."

He turned back from the chain link once it was closed and stuffed his gloves into his back pocket finally. Jaro seemed to be taking the path around the side that led to the workshop. It started to look less like a normal place the further back they got. More of his sculptures dotted the path, none of them new in the last 4 years it seemed, and the workshop itself eventually came into view by the back of the building.

There was some new equipment of course (he did accumulate shinies), but overall the layout would be similar to however Aodh remembered it. Complete with that particular smell.

"Can't fall behind.." It's not like much changed with blacksmithing technology, but for optimum scrap business there was also some machine that optimized what he did. The idea of being obsolete wasn't something he'd entertain.

It was a good thing he didn't focus on technology or he'd have a new phone and computer every week.

He moved into the workshop and sat at the worn stool he usually did, in front of work bench covered in pretty much anything shiny you can think of. He had a history of tinkering, doing unlisted jobs for people that knew him like watch repair or custom fittings for everything from plumbing to jewelry making. He'd been around, done many things, before he'd settled in the yard.

"Can you start tomorrow or do you want to wait until Monday?"

"You can hang out today.." Jaro lifted his brows, "But no work until tomorrow."

Maybe he just wanted to enjoy the visit without pretense. Jaro hadn't had any actual company in a while. It would be nice not to be under some illusion of work.

"I was going to take a break anyway." His gloves were flopped on the work bench and his bandana was being pulled off his head to wipe his face. Jaro's hair as always was braided and tightly pulled back. "Maybe get something to eat."

Jaro thumbed towards the house, a path that curled around the corner further through the trees. His house was actually small, not impressive at all really, and besides his sculptures around the lawn or hanging, glinting from the outside walls, it was a very simply small one floor building.

"What about college friends?" He had to have made some, "Girlfriend?"

Jaro grinned at the blush but shook his head.

"That's no good. Friends are important. You're supposed to have all those crazy romantic adventures in college... Crazy parties and fights and-" Hand wave, "Whatever they say. Fraternities and crap."

The front door to the house was opened and the front sitting room looked as it ever did, draped with lush colors and stuffed full of things he'd collected. Paintings hung and leaned, bangles hung from things, surfaces were covered in coffee table books and decorations, and the only bare spots were the pillow covered sofa and the side table and coffee table directly in front where a hookah stood within reach. There was a flat screen mounted on the wall opposite but no game systems or anything. Just for watching.

The kitchen wasn't any less covered in kitsch, but the counters and appliances were clear enough to cook. "All I've got is sandwich stuff.."

There was new accumulation of baubles in the last 4 years at least, some older things disappeared into piles or perhaps storage. Or perhaps some things had bored him and gotten sold, but that would be odd for the man who was very nearly considered a hoarder if not for his discerning taste.

"Didn't you enjoy boxing at all? I thought we had some decent fighters at that local gym?" Jaro didn't regularly work out but when he did he preferred the neighborhood gym over the one on frat row. It was a nice environment. He'd seen the owners teaching their various fighting and martial arts classes, and the flyers advertising around the neighborhood.

At the commentary about 'that one time' Jaro got a bit of a smarmy expression, "Are you going to sniff my meat?"

"I'll sniff my own meat then.." Jaro smirked, digging lunchmeat out of the fridge. He sniffed it delicately before it was thrown down on the table. He did keep good food, but it was never more than munchie things like meats, cheeses, fruit and bread. He didn't do a lot of cooking, just continual snacking in vast quantities.

"Shame though.." He pulled mayo and mustard and sriracha out of the fridge next. Then bread.

Jaro smiled, "I would've like to see you knock someone out."

"What do you want to do for a living then?" Beating people up, getting beaten, had put him through college but what was the ultimate end of college if not using it? Flashing a degree around nowadays was no guarantee of going anywhere.

Jaro was, after the bread was taken out, building himself what some old folks would call a Dagwood sandwich. Or maybe a Shag & Scoob sandwich. As big as possible.