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.
Brooklyn thought about it and what Chip said could go one way or the other one where he got attacked by that biker gang. “Hmmm. Chances of that are sort of slim, but I don’t remember seeing any gangs in this area, unlike the last time I went more public yet disguised. We can try it.” There was confidence in his voice when he said that.
“Hey, I spent my whole life here in New York, so I’m no stranger to the kinda things that go on here.” Chip reassured Brooklyn with a friendly shoulder rub. “Besides, if anyone gives us trouble then we know how to handle ourselves.” He could sense the confidence surging inside of the gargoyle. Maybe it was his radical new wardrobe, or maybe it was just because Chip was by his side. No matter the reason the two of them were more than ready to brave the open Manhattan streets.
“True. We can fight our way through it.” He gave the other a smile as he led the wolf mutant to the nearest exit towards their bike. He made sure that they were not seen by the skeleton crew like janitors, security and such on the way there or else things would have gotten more complicated for them. It ddin’t take them long before they made it to their desination at said exit.
“Ready?” he asked Chip.
“More than ever.” Chip flashed back a cocky grin and patted one of his paws on Brooklyn’s chest. Deep down Chip would be lying if he said that we wasn’t a touch nervous, but he’d be fine as long as they stuck together. A lot of folks in a city as well-weathered as New York were used to seeing many odd things, so it’d be likely that most people would hardly bat an eye at the sight of the two bikers.
Brooklyn gave Chip a nod and headed outside of the building, walking among the denizens of the city. It was very much clear that the two of them stood out amongst the crowd and they did get a few eyeballs at their direction, but none seemed to bother them. “So far so good.” Said the gargoyle as he walked toward the location fo their bikes.
As the two of them strolled through the streets of Manhattan Chip breathed slowly and kept Brooklyn close by his side. Several civilians caught their for a fleeting moment, but they were casually brushed off as either people in costumes with an interest in punk, or as part of some newfangled underground cultural movement. Whichever the case it didn’t bother the wolf, in fact it filled him with a thrill he had missed back in the days of when he was able to walk around outside as a human. “We’re doing great. Not too far now.” He whispered to Brooklyn as they turned a corner.
Besides riding on his bike in public, hes never really done this before and the feeling was making him a bit anxious, but also kind of relieved that he wasnt being judged by how he looked that would turn to hatred. It was definitely the clothes that were hiding his more inhuman features that could make the public a bit more suspicious than before. As soon as they turned the corner, the gargoyle could see the bikes hidden well in the alleyway, not a conflict to had on their walk. “Well that was easy.” He let out a sign of relief the moment he said that.
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