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.
“No problem, Brook. They match real well with your jacket, and the look suits you overall.” The wolf was smirking broadly and folded his arms over his chest. “Feel free to keep those clothes for yourself now. I never wear them and they don’t even fit me anyway.”
“Really? Awesome, man!” It felt kind of weird to go commando like this since he was wearing nothing underneath these pants. “Say…do you have anything that can block my…thing between my pants? The friction doesn’t feel all that great. Heh.”
“Oh… I think I got something that could fix that.“ Chip gave a somewhat awkward chuckle before heading back to the boxes of clothes once more. This time he returned with something that was sealed in a small plastic bag. Tearing open the top he unfurled the piece of cloth to reveal that it was a white cotton jockstrap. “Try this. Don’t worry, it’s definitely clean and never been worn before.” He assured the other male.
He nodded and held the underwear up. “So this is what people call underwear these days? It looks good for the tail I suppose.” He gave a small chuckle and once again removed his pants to put on the jockstrap. When that was not on he didn’t put on his pants just yet as he stretched a bit just to get a feel for it.
“Feels alright to me. Thank you.” He smiled to him.
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