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.
“Don’t stop now, you’re welcome to explore to your heart’s content.” The wolf goaded the gargoyle on, not wanting this sensation to end just yet. “As for what I can do, well I’ve got a great sense of smell. Not to mention excellent hearing too, in fact that’s how I first came across you in the junkyard yesterday. I heard you digging around in the scrap metal.”
He was exploring the others sides now, beginning to scratch the other gently. “That’s a very handy tool to have. For what it’s worth I’m glad I met you, Chip.”
“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?”
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