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.
The gargoyle kept his smirk up and held the others hand in a shake. It wasn’t until then he noticed the sky turning a familiar color and the smirk turned into a look of worry. “Uh, oh. I need to head back home.”
With that said, he quickly started to roll his bike into the garage. The sun was on the verge of coming up and the gargoyles urgency was clear.
Brooklyn wasn’t the only one starting to fill with worry, he too gazed up at the sky and saw the colour fading from dark to light. “Damn, you’re right. I gotta get going too.” He told the other. Chip avoided being out during daylight when he could otherwise he’d be seen by people. Climbing off his bike, he headed into the garage to aid his friend with closing up.
With the help of Chip, they both closed up the garage with the bike inside. Once done, he started to climb the wall, but he looked down. “Want to meet up again, sometime?” He didn’t want to lose touch with his new companion and he did seem trustworthy enough to keep in touch. After all, he did help him assemble the motor bike.
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