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.

Chip wheeled his own bike inside and shut the door behind him before joining Brooklyn on the couch. “Heh, we’re getting better aren’t we?” He gave a breath of relief and laid back against the seat, casting a look aside to his friend. “So, how’s that outfit of yours been holding up?”

He looked down at his outfit. “Still fits very well. The wings could take some time getting use to with all this one, but I’m loving it. Speaking of which, where’s my loincloth at?” While it wasn’t a main priority or anything, he’d just wanted to know where it was so he could retrieve kt later.