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’s home was full of old, worn things that had obviously been scavenged from the garbage. The couch was quite old and torn in a few places, and across from it he had a TV with scratches on the screen. “Don’t mind the state of things, it’s tough trying to fend for yourself and trying to lead a halfway normal life.” Chip gave a sigh and sat down next to Brooklyn on the couch. Giving his friend a look, he couldn’t help but notice the gargoyle’s now bare chest through his open jacket. “Someone feeling comfy.” He smirked.

“I dont care how this place looks and it makes semse in your current position.” He chuckled at them comment and stretched his wings a bit. “When you have your wings packed within this jacket, it’ll feel like one of the best things in the world when your able to just let them out.”