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 Brooklyn’s stead as they made their way up to the guest rooms. On the way up he thought over what kinds of styles he could shape those long, snowy locks into, and right as they made it to the room it hit the biker. “Alright then, Brook. Prepare to be transported into the twentieth century.” He grinned and led his partner over to a mirror, then reached into one of his jacket pockets and pulled out two small items. First was a small container of styling gel while the other resembled the handle of a knife. Chip held the handle up next to Brooklyn. Flick! It was a switchblade comb! “Let’s get styling!”
His eyes widened a bit when he saw the knife only to then calm down a bit yet was still nervous. “Wait, so how short are you cutting it?” In all honesty he did like his mane and it never really got in the way whenever he flew in the air or fought. While it could grow back at whatever length Chip was going to cut, it would take awhile being that he only ages half a way due to his stone sleep.
“What? Oh this!” Chip threw back his head and let out a burst of laughter. “Don’t you worry. I ain’t cutting anything.” He assured Brooklyn and held the switchblade closer for him to see. At first glance one might mistake the wooden handle and blade for a knife, but in fact the “blade” was merely a simple steel-toothed comb. “Just sit still and I’ll be turning this gorgeous white hair into something really rockin’!” Chip slipped his fingerless gloves off and stuffed them in his jacket pocket, then opened the container of gel and began spreading some through the gargoyle’s hair with his fingers.
Now that calmed him down completely. “Ok. Just checking to see if we were on the same page. Style away!” He replied while letting the wolf apply the gel in his hair. The gargoyle could feel the lukewarm substance of the gel to an extent whenever it so far as touched his scalp. To him, the wolf has some pretty gentle hands working on his hair. Every small tug wasn’t too hard to make the creature wince of even make a sound. For now he would just wait here and let the wolf do his thing.
Chip’s fingers took their time applying the gel to the crimson gargoyle’s pale hair. He worked his way over each and every long strand, making sure to apply the styling substance evenly throughout. As the gel was streaked gently through his mane, the hairs would stick together in small spike-like protrusions. In time the biker completed his first stage of hair prep. “Now for the real fun part.” He smiled excitedly and began running the comb through Brooklyn’s messy, damp mane.
“Wow. My hair looks more shiny than its every been.” He took a moment to look at it more in the mirror before sitting back down so the wolf can continue on. It was oddly satisfying feeling the small vibrations or even tugs in general when his hair was being combed.
“So was it hard to do this by yourself at first?” He asked, making some small talk to pass the time.
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