Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

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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.

He smiled at seeing the wolf man at the same spot that they agreed to meet at. “Great to see you here, Chip. How was your day? Assuming that you slept through most of it.” He made a small chuckle when he stood near him.

“Not far off on that one.” Chip laughed softly as he was greeted by gargoyle. “Yeah, slept most of the day soon as I got home. Played a bit of guitar after waking up, then came here to meet you. Nice to see you by the way.” He shook the gargoyle’s hand once more and gave his shoulder a friendly pat. “And how did the day go for you?”

“I slept the entire day and woke up almost immediately when the sun came down. Feeling really refreshed honestly.” He chuckled a small bit at the shoulder pat after the returned handshake. “You play an instrument? That’s a cool thing to know.”

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