Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

After a few more moments of staring at the wolf, the older gargoyle nodded with approval. “I trust your words, Chip.” He then looked back towards the crimson gargoyle and nodded to him as well.

“Just don’t let this be a constant things, okay?”

Brooklyn nodded to him. “Yes, Goliath. I will make a better effort to come here on time.”

Through his constant firm stare, he did start to show off a very brief smile until it wss gone. At least this time his facial expression was much softer as he turned away. “Take care you too.” With that said, he jumped off of the roof and thanks to a wind current it lifted the large being into the air as he soared off. Bronx would bop his head at both of their legs and run off back to the castle, climbing up the side of the building with ease.