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.

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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.

“As am I, Brook.” The wolf opened his eyes and tried to suppress a whine when he felt the other’s claws working their way over his sides. “You don’t mind me calling you that, Brook. Do you?”

“I don’t mind.” He kept on scratching till he started going at the others stomach again. In a way he was really enjoying seeing the others reactions to his scratching. “Like that, chip?”

“Please, keep going.” The was starting to pant now, clearly overcome by the amount of pleasure this was giving him. His tail wagged the way an excited canine would do.

Once again the other laughed and went to scratch both his head and stomach, getting carefully deep on the others fur. “Someone’s excited.”