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.
Feeling his arm being rubbed and caressed in such a way had an oddly calming effect. “Oh yeah, that feels good.” He hummed softly, eyes closing of their own accord.
“And yeah, I was pretty ripped as a human. Why do you ask?”
“Just wondering because it could be the wolf features enhanced it.” He kept caressing the muscles then got to his chest. “Your fur is very soft, Chip. I mean really. It is.”
Subconsciously the wolf let his jacket slide further off his arm to reveal more of his chest. “Thanks. I didn’t choose to look this way, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take pride in it.” He carried on purring lightly from the attention Brooklyn gave his body.
At the purring, he had to actually chuckle at that sound. “Didn’t know, wolf’s could purr, chip…” He smirked and gently kept doing his motions.
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