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.
“Heh, more exciting than my nightly routine. At least you’ve got people to share it with.” He wolf sighed softly to himself, but quickly regained his cheery mood when he felt his arm being squeezed. “Like how that feels, don’t you? Hold on a sec.” Chip pulled his arm away and started to unzip his jacket, shrugged off one of the sleeves and held up his bare arm for Brooklyn to feel. “Now give this a feel.” He smirked and gestured for him to touch his thick, toned arm covered in purple fur.
He smirked and gave the others arm a very nice firm grip. “Geeze, Chip you really weren’t kidding on your work out.” He traced his hand gently around the others arm, feeling every detail of his purple fur and creases of the muscles.
“Were you always very muscular even as a human?”
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.”
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