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.
Brooklyn’s little gesture did the trick alright. Chip’s ears stood up and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at the petting. He somewhat shyly raised his head again. “H-How did it feel? Heh, well I gotta admit it was kind of nice being free to move in it… And admittedly the smell ain’t bad either.”
He nodded. “Well I do wash it every now and then so I know it wouldn’t be too bad. Heh. Say…how about I see you in it? You got me into these clothes right here after all.” The gargoyle was just curious.
Chip’s eyes widened and at the thought. This was far from the reaction he was expecting from Brooklyn discovering the truth. “You wanna see me in that?” He asked nervously, the blush once again returning to his face. “I guess there’s no reason not to. And I did see you in just a jockstrap the other night.”
He chuckled with a small blush and nodded. “Yeah that’s about right. Seems only fair I get to see you in my clans clothing.” He handed the other the loincloth to try on as he just laid on the couch, watching him.
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