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.

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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 shuddered at the cool breeze gently whipping against them, his nipples growing hard beneath his jacket from the sudden rush. One they parted from the kiss Chip looked down at the red gargoyle with a cheery grin. “It ain’t a big problem. You’re so light compared to me that I can just pick you right up.” With that, Chip reached down with his large arms and grabbed a hold of Brooklyn’s denim-clad rear, lifting him up off the ground until they were eye-level.

The rear grab almost caught him by surprise. “Hey! Go easy down there.” The gargoyles smirked and wrapped his pegs around the wolf’s waist, still having his arms around the others neck.

“I wouldn’t mind being lifted up like this from time to time.” He gave the other a grin back. “Why don’t we get something to eat now?”