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.”
Chip mulled these facts over in his mind. Up high, turn to stone in the daytime, away from view. Chip was starting to put the pieces together. “Ah, I see now. You guys must hide out on a tall building somewhere. That’s a good place to stay hidden.”
He nodded then leaned back more into the couch, signing. “Yup. A tall building that has a castle up top. In fact, it’s higher to the point where clouds are covering most of it. I think you can even see it from here.”
“A castle? Wait, you don’t mean-” Chip paused for a moment while speaking as the realisation hit him. He’d heard of some eccentric billionaire guy bringing a castle from overseas for whatever reason. “Huh, I think I heard of that before actually. So that’s how you guys got all the way to the Big Apple.”
He nodded. “Since we can only wake up when the castle is above the clouds due to the curse put on us to sleep forever, he found out how to wake us up and here we are. That guy is not too cool, by the way. Right now he is in jail for some illegal thing he wanted us to do. When would he come out? I have no idea. Gotta talk to our human friend about that sometime…”
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