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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

Chip was still not fully aware of what he was doing until Brooklyn brought it to his attention. Suddenly cutting off a laugh, his eyes trailed downward to the gargoyle’s shoulder where his hand was resting. Now he was feeling flustered all at once, but for whatever he didn’t remove his hand. “Uh, I-I guess so…” Chip stuttered while the blush crept onto his face.

“So…now that we’re here, what do you want to do, now? Relax more here while the night is still, young?” He saud, not really moving from the others gentle hold on him. He did have to chuckle at the others blush.