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.
Chip’s face was still blushing hard, but the embarrassment he felt slowly began to fade. “Y-you’re not mad?” He stuttered with relief and slowly turned back to face Brooklyn. “Heh, I admit that sometimes I just can’t help myself. If you wanna stop then I understand… But if you wanna keep going I won’t object either. ”
He shook his head at the other. “Not really mad, but I’d…rather wait a bit longer before we keep going, Chip.” He gave a nervous chuckle with a rub to the back of his own head.
“No complaints here.” Chip simply smiled to his friend and shrugged his jacket back on. The two of them had only really known each other for a few days at this point, so it seemed wise to slow down with the intimacy.
“So what do you want to do, now? We got a few more hours before I need to head back to my place.” Unless asked, he wasn’t going to say he lives in a castle just yet.
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