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 took the loincloth and stood up from the couch. Still feeling at little shy he began to undress. Off came his jacket, chaps, jeans and even his boots until the muscular wolf stood there in nothing but his tight black leather jockstrap, which had a red stripe going up the front. He hesitated for a moment before glancing back to the gargoyle. “Uh, want me to take this off too?”

He shrugged, trying to keep his eyes off of the jockstrap. “Do what you feel like doing. I can look away if you don’t want me to see anything.” Because the gargoyle is polite that way.