Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

Instinctively Chip held Brooklyn a tiny bit tighter to his side, smiling softly as they kept on walking along the quiet broadwater. Something about all of this felt oddly right to Chip, though he couldn’t quite place why. “You got nothing to worry about here. It’s just you and me buddy.”

“Thanks, man…” He didn’t mind being held tighter. After all he himself was leaning against the other as he also wrapped his tail around the wolf man, holding him closer. In all honesty he was liking this, having never really felt a closeness in this context was feeling g very calming to him.