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.
The gargoyle gave the other a smirk back, rubbing his butt just a little bit more. “At least I am not devoid of walking so that’s good. Thanks, Chip. I appreciate it. You know, you could come by to where we live sometime if you’d like. It’s really huge.” He grinned.
At the mention of Brooklyn’s home Chip couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “Y’know you haven’t told me much about where you and your bros live, Brook.” Chip began and shuffled to the side of the couch, urging the other to sit next to him. “Must be someplace hard-to-find to keep you safe from being discovered in daytime.”
“Well…..” He paused for a few moments before answering and sitting down next to the other when Chip motioned him too. “…its more like plain sight sight since no one can tell we are real gargoyles during the daytime. Then again we are really high up in the sky so no one can see us much anyway.”
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