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.

Seeing the gargoyle react to something as simple as that amused the wolf greatly. “Welcome to the present day.” He gave a little laugh and patted his friend on the shoulder. Chip took a sip from his own can and relished the sweet, refreshing flavour. It wasn’t often he got to taste something this nice. He had these cans of soda stashed away for a while now, and tonight seemed like the right time to finally bring them out.

“And what a welcome it is. Sure if has its ups and downs, but right now the highs are really starting to overshadow those downs.” He chuckled and drank more of his beverage, finishing his can and crushing it with his bare hands. He turned the aluminum can into a ball shape , not getting any cuts in his hand. It wasnt until later he started burping in his hands when the fizz was doing its thing to which he gave another embarrassed laugh as it happened again.