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.
At the pose Chip made, the gargoyle just started in awe at how the mutant looked on that one peice of cloth. It was actually starting to turn him on in a way. “Yeah…you look like a warrior from way back in the day…” At least what he has seen from his time in the 900’s and modern day.
“Glad you like the feeling of it. That’s how I feel sometimes when I wear it when we were at war with the castle we stayed in back then.”
Chip turned around and showed off his back, flexing both arms to show off the extent of his muscles. “This feels really great, though I gotta admit nothing will be better than tight-fitting biker gear in my opinion.” The wolf glanced back over his shoulder and smirked at Brooklyn, who seemed to be really enjoying the show. “Which do you reckon you prefer wearing, loincloth or your tight biker outfit?”
“The tight leather outfit really is your thing chip, like…damn…"The gargoyle got out of his trance seeing the others body and started to think about what he wanted to wear more. One the one hand he did like wearing his loincloth even if it was the only thing he wore for most of his life. The other would be that he liked this outfit as it was more modern and it hides his appearance better from the humans besides the beak. “Hm…I’d like to try on both with the loincloth on the outside. Not now though, but I’m really loving these clothes you gave me.”
“Thinking of wearing both, eh?” Chip asked with curiosity, quirking an eyebrow. He changed poses again to face the gargoyle head on, arms up behind his head and a cocky smirk upon his muzzle. “And yeah, tight leather has always been my thing. Though can you blame me when it looks so good on you?”
"Just to see how it looks…” If gargoyles could sweat, he’d be almost soaked at this point from seeing the other do those poses in the loincloth. There seemed to be some time of tent down below, but the red gargoyle waant going to pay attention to that yet.“Not at all…it looks seriously great on you, Chip…
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