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 followed suit and swung his leg over the seat, sitting down in front of his companion. “This is probably gonna be uncomfortable most of the way, but I’ll try to take things gentle.“ He assured Brooklyn over his shoulder before firing up the engine. The bike started up with a familiar rumble, sending vibrations through both of their bodies as the wolf kicked the bike’s stand up and the roller door opened automatically. Together they rolled on out and drove off into the night, Chip taking care as he steered his trusty ride.
“Just don’t hit any bumps and we should be fine.” He smiled as he held onto the wolf man right before he started to drive into the night. Surprisingly it did not hurt as much as he thought it would, but there was small pained looks on his face, but other than that, the ride was very smooth.
“Okay. Take a left 2 blocks down and a right after a half mile. That would take us to the nearest building so I can glide my way to the nearest ledge.” Brooklyn said to the wolf after 20 minutes if then driving.
The wolf did everything he could to maintain a steady, smooth ride through the city streets, keeping to a moderate speed and avoiding more populated areas when possible. With the help of Brooklyn’s directions the two of them arrived at their destination without much trouble. The motorcycle turned into an alleyway behind the building before coming to a stop. “Here we are. Hope the ride wasn’t as hard on your ass as I was.“ Chip uttered with a playful chuckle, shutting the engine off.
“Not as much as something else that was hard on my ass.” He chuckled as he slowly got off if the bike and looked up. Yup. The fire escape was still there so he could get up to the top with ease as far as he could tell.
“Can yah give me a boost? Can’t exactly jump without putting too much work on my butt here.” The red gargoyle asked, pointing up to the fire escape.
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