It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
That’s when the wolf heard it, ears perking up at sound of a stranger’s voice somewhere in the junkyard. Being a wolf-human hybrid he had been blessed (or cursed as some might see it) with acute hearing. Cautiously reaching for a tyre iron he had left sitting nearby, he carefully crept over the pile of junk he had scavenging and peered over the top to see a red figure amongst the piles of twisted metal and wrecked vehicles.
What the wolf man would see is a a odd looking red figure in a leather jacket and helmet because that was all he can call for his disguise just to not be called out as a freak too quickly. For all he knew, the humans would just see him as a dedicated cosplayer with long white hair if they didn’t look too hard. He didn’t notice he was being watched as he looked at his parts on the sheet he was gathering them on.
“Hm…this might be enough…” He started to gather up the sheet and head towards the direction of where the wolf was, not knowing that he was there.
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