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.

“I suppose that’s also true.” Chip conceded with a nod. “Pays to be proud of your heritage.” He stood up from against the wall and removed his shades, casting his friend a smirk. “I slept great today. Gave myself a little workout after you left which tired me out enough for a good, long sleep.”

He chuckled as he then stared at the wolf man’s muscles, one again feeling them since they were in a quiet area in this part of town. “Gotta keep these muscles up or else they’d go flat. Heheh.” He stopped feeling them up.

“Wanna go beat some baddies? My clan said I have full privilege in hanging out with you as long as I still do patrol.” He crossed his arms with a grin. “In other news, they trust me with you.”