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Falco knocked on the nearest object that looked like it could be used to draw attention without falling down on him and turning him into an fascinating new component to one of Jaro's sculptures.

He'd been to the yard a few times since he'd moved here, at least when his Uncle couldn't get away to go, and today he was here to pick up a part for the car that they were working on.

Falco wasn't terribly well versed in older cars, but he knew enough about this one to know that while it probably didn't count as 'classic' anymore, it definitely was starting to look cool, with custom chrome piping and new seats, but while they were getting really nice on the outside, they still needed to get the -inside- working, and that meant some parts from the scrap yard, custom and otherwise. Fortunately today's shouldn't be anything he couldn't stick in, and carry home in his old backpack, the one he'd already wrecked the first time he'd carried stuff home, and was at this point half re-assembled from duct tape and grease stains.

"Hey, you home, or did something fall on you?"

He was younger than Jaro, but hey, if he hadn't earned the right to make some jokes about the scrapyard... he wasn't sure who had.

"Well, we've all gotta go sometime right?" Falco called back, grinning at the response. "I'll make sure to warn everyone the Zombie Apocalypse is upon us. Hey Man. You know I am. Man it's starting to look super cool, I kinda can't wait until we can drive the thing. Maybe I can talk him into trying to put together a bike next... but probably not. It's not really his thing." He sighed. "What about you? Anything cool going on?"

It had to be kind of cool. At least the part where you could weld s**t together and call it art.

"He was going to do standard black, but then we got this crazy cool idea and it's going to be like a... brushed... silver color... like those old bond cars... so it'll be all silver but with the chrome trim everywhere and it'll be kinda cool... I think. We're not sure if we're gonna do pin-striping or anything to break it up. Any thoughts?"

He thought it sounded cool, sleek lines and the illusion of raw brushed metal, but it was cool in his head... not the same thing as being cool in reality.

"I... thought about it, but I haven't asked. It would take some garage space and even if he'd let me... I'd feel awkward. I mean he's already letting me stay, and then he's babysitting it when I'm in classes. I'm probably overthinking it though. I mean.... did you ever have to think about stuff like that?"

"I'll make the bike red then, if I get a yes." He grinned at this, though he glanced at his shoes while he did it. "I'll ask I guess. Maybe he'll say yes just for the potential of getting me out of his hair."