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.

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.

The crimson gargoyle nodded and patted the bike. “I can vouch for him and say that he really knows his wag around bikes, Lex. You should give it a go with him.”

Lex then came to the most recently made bike Brooklyn was sporting and checked the details of thst one. Yup, the parts weren’t entirely consistent with one snother, but we’re fixed together well enough for this bike to function properly. “I’ll think about it when we have time to do it. Thanks for the offer, Chip.” Said Lexington. It seemed he was actually warming up to the wolf man despite the past experience.

Not long after, Broadway came with a sack full of bread like items that pastries, small cakes and just regular old bread. These items were only slightly stale since they have been recently thrown out.