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.
The two had been enjoying one another’s company so much that they must’ve lost track of the time. “Damn. You really should be going.” Chip exclaimed as he let go of the gargoyle and quickly got to his feet. There was still enough time for him to get home before the sun would emerge over the horizon. The wolf took Brooklyn by his claw and hurriedly made their way back to the abandoned warehouse. “It’s been great hanging with you tonight. Wanna do the same tomorrow?” He asked after pulling open the roller door.
He hurried over to his bike and started the engine, looking at his new friend with a nod as he got his gear together. “You got it, Chip. I’ll meet you here or at the garage. Whatever comes first.”
And with a fist bump, the gargoyle sped off into the twilight sky. He barley made it to his perch on the castle and he forgot his loincloth back at Chip’s place, but he was in too much of a hurry to notice. Before the ithers could question what he was wearing, they all turned to stone, even Brooklyns new clothes that belong to him.
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