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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 11:48 am
It had taken a week before he had even thought about it. Aodhan had pushed the idea of going to Jaro's yard from his mind, buried himself in helping out at a grocery store for a few days. Not that that lasted. It did not. He was so grossly unsatisfied with himself that when he woke up he realized one of the only places he could remember being was working with Jaro. It left him with a weight in his stomach that he could not ignore. Eventually he gave in. Only after several hours of quiet staring and being forced out of the house. Aodh still had the bracelet on, the other was still in his pocket, and he was five feet onto far too familiar ground looking around even if it had changed some since he had left. The last interaction with Jaro still was in his mind and he was not even sure if it was worth it to come out here but maybe ... Well, some part of him definitely wanted to shove it in his face that he could. (Not that he paid attention to that part of himself much.)
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 12:24 pm
Besides a few new metal sculptures outside the chain link fence along the drive, the scrap yard was much the same as always. A rattling truck had passed Aodh as he approached, presumably dropping off - scrap for cash. Jaro took anything metal, with strict environmental rules about rejecting things compressed or with fluid in them. He even went to far as disposing of old electronics but they were handled separately. There was a small grungy looking office in the front paved yard, then scrap behind, and a few minutes walk down a side path obscured by trees was the small house that the scrapper lived in on the same grounds. Jaro himself was in the office, obvious from the open door and the movement inside.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 5:39 pm
Aodh took a breath, trying to shake off the feeling of being eighteen and scrawny. With there being movement in the office and the person leaving, Jaro was likely there. The flutter of nerves was annoying but pushed aside as he knocked on the door before poking his head in. "Jaro? You in?" iloveyouDIE istg jaro, if u run him off again ... >O
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 6:27 pm
"Yep!" The response was business voice, the voice that meant he couldn't hear exactly who it was because he wasn't paying attention, and he'd figure it out when he said their face. "In the office!" There was the sounds of drawers and things opening and closing.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 7:01 pm
Nervousness still there. Aodh stepped into the office, following the sound of Jaro's voice until he found the taller man. "Hey."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 7:08 pm
Jaro glanced up. His hair was tied back and under a bandana, in dirty jeans and beat up boots and a plain t-shirt. He was wearing work gloves and flipping through papers on his messy desk. It was covered in bits and bobbles of things, weird shaped pieces of metal or odd sized nuts or bolts. These sat on top of invoices and papers, only organized loosely according to color. It didn't look any different than when Aodh had been there last. The scrapper smile a bit, it still looked smug but also genuinely pleased. He sort of always looked smug. "Hello stranger."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 7:15 pm
Aodh had dressed in an old pair of jeans and a shirt he did not care about (it was a college shirt, he really did not care about it). Seeing Jaro looking more like he remembered and less ... well, the way he had been ... That put him at ease and some of the nervousness in his stomach faded. Jaro got that different smile. Not the fake one but the small happy one that was a little truer. "Hello yourself." He walked the rest of the way into the office, noting that it really had not changed that much at all. "Can't say I'm surprised this place hasn't really changed much. I like the new sculptures though ..."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 7:44 pm
"Still a scrapyard.." Jaro chuckled a bit, flinging one gloved hand out to motion. Whatever he'd been looking for had been forgotten. He started to pull the bulky gloves from his fingers. "The ones by the driveway are all for sale.." Which meant he didn't care for them very much, "..Nothing new and impressive though." He would be sure to say if there were, he'd have been dragging Aodh to see, but he did nothing of the sort. Jaro came around the desk with a smile and offered his hands for a shake, "Are you just visiting?"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 8:32 pm
"I meant the office," Aodh shook his head with that small smile still there. "Not so surprised about the scrapyard." He was poking through the desk a moment with a hand before he was watching Jaro take his gloves off. "They look nice but they don't really have your usual flair." The sculptures lacked that special something Jaro's pieces usually had. He glanced upwards first to Jaro's eyes and then down to his hands. His were slipped into his pockets for a moment before he shook his head. "I don't know," he replied, "it depends on if you actually do want some help around here." He gave Jaro a look before he was pulling his hands from his pockets to shake Jaro's. So strange to shake hands - the other man wasn't much of a handshaker. "You know I always kept your office in better shape that this." Never mind the moment that he let go of Jaro's hand, that bracelet that he had turned down was totally there on his wrist. At least Aodh still knew that trick and that was his way of being bratty.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 8:39 am
Jaro shrugged off the comment about the sculptures along the path. They would end up scrap if they didn't sell, though with the summer coming and already trickles in of tourists, there would possibly be inquiried from people with too much money, too little taste, and interest in getting some handmade and 'folksy'. He hated the word folksy. "Are you offering help?" Because he didn't seem to want to help the last time. Jaro glanced at his wrist, shaking it a moment, with a headshake that mirrored it. "You know there's always work here." Between internet orders for both parts and his side blacksmithing business, as well as the walk-in business. Also sorting, parsing and chasing off people who thought scrap yard meant JUNK yard or LANDFILL.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:57 am
Aodh just gave Jaro a look. It was slightly bemused, slightly challenging. "It really depends on whether or not you want me around." Since the last time he had wanted to but Jaro had yanked the offer back before he could blink. It had taken a week to work up this nerve to even discuss it again. To come by. "I did enjoy the work here," he finally said, the fingers of one hand scratching at his cheek and the other resting against the pocket of his jeans. "... and keeping you organized is always a challenge." Now he was being cheeky.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 12:02 pm
"The way I understood it, you had a problem being around." At least from the last conversation about people's opinions and falling into old patterns and being unsure what someone wanted to do with their time. "But if it's alright with your temporary employment," Jaro motioned to the door because the office was stupid and he was done with it, "I could definitely use a hand." It would be obvious from the state of organization that Jaro hadn't had an extra person here in a while. Grunt work was usually heaped on the temps he brought in, sorting and identifying things, hauling out the crap people slipped into their scrap, organizing.. but there was a bit more of a mess. Not to an inexperienced eye, but to Aodh he'd notice a difference.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 12:18 pm
In a fit of childishness, Aodh just settled with sticking his tongue out at Jaro. So much easier than an appropriate adult response and besides the taller man was moving on with it. Aodhan just let it go. "If by temporary employment, you mean the temp agency that is about done with me ..." He shook his head, blond hair falling into his eyes and then blown out. "It's fine. I think I'd prefer trying to find things myself at this point." He noticed that the place was more disorganized that it had been. There usually was a sort of sense to the way things were kept but this was just cluttered and haphazardly thrown around. The yard was not nearly as organized as he remembered it being. "Which is why I'm here, of course." Fingers wiggled and waved at Jaro as he was following him. "To offer hands. You have to want both, Jaro, not just one of them."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 7:13 pm
Jaro made a face, a smirking 'so very adult of you' face. "Both? I was hoping I could just..." He made a chopping motion at the other, a 'fwwwwwp' noise with his mouth, "Lop one off at the wrist." He grinned, "Been wanting to make someone a pimp a** hook hand."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 7:31 pm
"Sorry I'm not in the market for a hook hand." Aodh replied, that real smile of his sneaking back on. "I like having both of them." He was actually ambidextrous, able to work with both of us hands and quite pleased with that fact. "So we may be at an impasse." Still smiling but definitely had his hands behind his back at this point because Aodh was watching you Jaro.
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