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.
“We don’t plan to treat anyone unfairly.” He smirked back and went to his bike, sitting down on the seat, revving it up once the engine was on. “Ready, Chip?”
Chip did the same and climbed onto his own ride. With the ignition on and the engine roaring, he was really to take off. “You know it, Brook.” He squeezed the accelerator and his trusty bike took off.
He took off behind if not next to him, zooming past cars that were below the speed limit, but being safe all around just so they could avoid getting caught by the cops again. While driving, there seems to be no sign of any harsh trouble so going to Chip’s place would actually feel night right now.
The ride through the streets that night went smoothly and without any worries of getting the police’s attention. In time the two reached the familiar run-down warehouse by the docks that Chip called home. Pulling into the empty alley behind it, he climbed off his bike and opened up the roller door for Brooklyn to drive inside.
The gargoyle made his way inside Chip’s home, parking his bike and resting a bit on the couch. “Whew. That was a good night, wasn’t it? We didn’t even get the attention of the cops on our tails.”
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