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.
“Oh.” He wasn’t one to judge others on stealing since that happened all the time back 1000 years ago and even today. Heck. They were living in a trillionaires house. “Are they gonna try to hunt you down?”
“Oh, no need to worry about that. Maybe it’ll help if I explain how it went down.” Chip wheeled his bike out further into the open and dusted down the seat. “It happened shortly after I became what you see now. One night there were these thugs who thought it would be wise to pick a fight with what they thought was some loser freak.” Chip gave a snicker. “Bad idea. I showed them who was boss, stole their leader’s bike and his jacket too.” He indicated by tugging at the collar of the leather jacket he wore.
He nodded to the story, taking all that information in. “They were clearly wrong. Heheh. I would have fought them off if they messed with me. Maybe not have stolen their stuff, but I’d give them a good beat down.” He smirked a bit at saying that.
“Mind if I take a ride on it sometime?” He looked up at the sky. Yup. He still had enough time to be out here.
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