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.
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