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.
“Heh, sounds good to me. Come this way.” Chip was smiling broadly as he got up for the second time and led him into the the other room where he had converted into a bedroom. Much like the living room it wasn’t pretty, but it was the best he had. In one corner there were several old mattresses piled on one another which was where the wolf slept. In another one several large cardboard boxes filled with clothes were stacked on top of each other.
He looked around the room, seeing the display of matresses and clothes sticking out of the boxes. Like the living room, he didn’t mind seeing how out of shape it is since the ither had to survive now that he was a mutant. “So which one of these do we start out with first?”
“Hang on a sec.” Said the wolf as he headed over to the pile of boxes and started shifting them around. Soon enough he found the box he was after near the bottom and carried it back for the gargoyle to look into. “Here. This is where I keep some of the clothes I found that others tossed away. These ones here are ones that don’t quite fit me well, but I hold onto them anyway just in case.”
Setting the box on the ground, the gargoyle could see that it contained several shirts and pairs of jeans in several colours. Many of the clothes inside it were either a bit dirty or slightly torn, but a few of them looked fairly clean, if old. “See what you can find in there. Some of the pants are kinda small for me so they’d probably fit you better.”
“Especially with these legs.” Brooklyn chuckled as he motioned to his toes and animal like legs that were indeed kind of thick, but not to then extent of Chip’s who’s legs were much thicker than his own. The gargoyle then looked at the many diffrent colors of pants and decided to chose the simple black cotton jeans that were kind of dirty, but only if you look very hard.
“I think these would do.” Without hesitation he started to put on the jeans, not taking off his loincloth. Once fitted, he looked at himself then at Chip. “How’s this?”
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