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.
“Survival man am I right?” Brooklyn said, finishing up his handful while grabbing a few more bread rolls.
After a few moments of silence, the large gargoyle let out a few burps and patted his stomach with a chuckle. He ate a lot more on the way here so that it would explain why he felt so satisfied right now. Sure there was fresh food at the castle, but he loved going to this one place for immediate thrown out baked goods.
“That’s right, Brook. Gotta eat somehow.” Chip replied in a jovial tone before digging into another one of the pastries. Shortly after he heard Broadway’s satisfied burping, which caused him to laugh again. “Real set of manners on that one.” He uttered to the crimson gargoyle, though he was simply having a joke.
Brooklyn indeed got the joke and nodded with a small snicker. “Yeah he’s like that a lot and we’re use to it. It’s mainly when we’re around our human friend, he uses his manners.”
Broadway nodded to this as he heard scratching on the door with a familiar whine and growl. “Look who found us.” The blush gargoyle said as he went towards the garage door to lift it up that revealed their more pet like companion Bronxs who indeed was happy to see then by tacking broadway, licking him on the face.
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