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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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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.

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.

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

chip-of-ror‌:

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.

The sound of tools clanging off of metal and the sight of bright orange sparks showering the ground and immediately the wolf felt like he was home. “Heya there, Lex!“ Chip called over the sounds as he got a good look at the gargoyle’s little project. The burgeoning framework of a motorbike could be made out from the mess of metal that sat on the ground. “Looks like the love of bikes spreads pretty quick around here!“

Finally the smaller gargoyle looked up and saw that Chip was with Brooklyn as well. “Oh hey there, Chip. Didn’t see you there. Since that billionaire isn’t here, I thought I’d take advantage of the materi-” It was then, Lexington saw the look of his rookery brothers hair.

“Holy…Brook! How did you get that styled?” He came up to the taller gargoyle to examine his spiked up hair.

“Yours truly. Looks cool, right?” Brooklyn replied, gesturing to the wolf man next to him.

It brought an endless amount of joy for Chip to see others impressed by his styling skill. “He said it. Just one of my many hidden talents.“ He boasted some more, reaching into his jacket and pulling out the trusty switchblade comb he’d used to style Brooklyn’s white mane. “I thought Brook could do with a bit more of a modern look to match his outfit. Whaddya think, Lex?” 

Lex made a small laugh at seeing the comb. “To be honest I thought that was an actual switch blade at first. As for the look, I like how modern it is for this time period. You’d never see anything like this in 994. Back then it’s all knight armour, medieval clothing and robes. Still have that last one as common wear surprisingly enough.”

“People these days like their fashion throwbacks to older styles. Hell, just look at me.” Chip added as he gestured to himself. “My fashion sense is from about 40 years ago. Though I can’t say I’ve seen many folks in medieval robes walkin’ about town. Now that’s a throwback!” He gave a little chuckle and patted Brooklyn on the back. “Oh yeah! You asked to get a look at my bike last time I saw you, didn’t you Lex?”

“Hmmm. I’d have to look up that difference of fashion later on now that we are on the subject. Shouldn’t be too ha-.” His eyes lit up a bit at the mention of his bike. “Oh, right! I did want to take a look at that bike of your just to see how it works cause nothing in these manuals comes close to what you have.”

“It’d be my pleasure, Lex!” Chip gave him a nod and an affirmative thumbs up. “We left our bikes in an alley not far from here. Might be better if we bring ‘em over here for safe keeping, don’t you think?” He asked turning to Brooklyn. They were left in an out of the way area, but the wolf was still concerned someone might stumble across them. There’s no way he’d wanna lose his beloved bike.

Lexington looked excited, but checked the time just to be sure and then nodded towards them. Brooklyn looked to Chip.“We still have a couple hours so that should be enough time to check out the bike. Bringing it in here shouldn’t be too tricky as long as your not seen by too many people.” Then again, they are in a pretty populated part of the city, but at night not so much.

“Not to mention this place has good security when no one is around.” Lexington added.

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

chip-of-ror‌:

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.

The sound of tools clanging off of metal and the sight of bright orange sparks showering the ground and immediately the wolf felt like he was home. “Heya there, Lex!“ Chip called over the sounds as he got a good look at the gargoyle’s little project. The burgeoning framework of a motorbike could be made out from the mess of metal that sat on the ground. “Looks like the love of bikes spreads pretty quick around here!“

Finally the smaller gargoyle looked up and saw that Chip was with Brooklyn as well. “Oh hey there, Chip. Didn’t see you there. Since that billionaire isn’t here, I thought I’d take advantage of the materi-” It was then, Lexington saw the look of his rookery brothers hair.

“Holy…Brook! How did you get that styled?” He came up to the taller gargoyle to examine his spiked up hair.

“Yours truly. Looks cool, right?” Brooklyn replied, gesturing to the wolf man next to him.

It brought an endless amount of joy for Chip to see others impressed by his styling skill. “He said it. Just one of my many hidden talents.“ He boasted some more, reaching into his jacket and pulling out the trusty switchblade comb he’d used to style Brooklyn’s white mane. “I thought Brook could do with a bit more of a modern look to match his outfit. Whaddya think, Lex?” 

Lex made a small laugh at seeing the comb. “To be honest I thought that was an actual switch blade at first. As for the look, I like how modern it is for this time period. You’d never see anything like this in 994. Back then it’s all knight armour, medieval clothing and robes. Still have that last one as common wear surprisingly enough.”

“People these days like their fashion throwbacks to older styles. Hell, just look at me.” Chip added as he gestured to himself. “My fashion sense is from about 40 years ago. Though I can’t say I’ve seen many folks in medieval robes walkin’ about town. Now that’s a throwback!” He gave a little chuckle and patted Brooklyn on the back. “Oh yeah! You asked to get a look at my bike last time I saw you, didn’t you Lex?”

“Hmmm. I’d have to look up that difference of fashion later on now that we are on the subject. Shouldn’t be too ha-.” His eyes lit up a bit at the mention of his bike. “Oh, right! I did want to take a look at that bike of your just to see how it works cause nothing in these manuals comes close to what you have.”

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

chip-of-ror‌:

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.

The sound of tools clanging off of metal and the sight of bright orange sparks showering the ground and immediately the wolf felt like he was home. “Heya there, Lex!“ Chip called over the sounds as he got a good look at the gargoyle’s little project. The burgeoning framework of a motorbike could be made out from the mess of metal that sat on the ground. “Looks like the love of bikes spreads pretty quick around here!“

Finally the smaller gargoyle looked up and saw that Chip was with Brooklyn as well. “Oh hey there, Chip. Didn’t see you there. Since that billionaire isn’t here, I thought I’d take advantage of the materi-” It was then, Lexington saw the look of his rookery brothers hair.

“Holy…Brook! How did you get that styled?” He came up to the taller gargoyle to examine his spiked up hair.

“Yours truly. Looks cool, right?” Brooklyn replied, gesturing to the wolf man next to him.

It brought an endless amount of joy for Chip to see others impressed by his styling skill. “He said it. Just one of my many hidden talents.“ He boasted some more, reaching into his jacket and pulling out the trusty switchblade comb he’d used to style Brooklyn’s white mane. “I thought Brook could do with a bit more of a modern look to match his outfit. Whaddya think, Lex?” 

Lex made a small laugh at seeing the comb. “To be honest I thought that was an actual switch blade at first. As for the look, I like how modern it is for this time period. You’d never see anything like this in 994. Back then it’s all knight armour, medieval clothing and robes. Still have that last one as common wear surprisingly enough.”

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

chip-of-ror‌:

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.

Chip took note of the time. Still plenty of time left until he had to make his way back home. “Oh I bet he’s gonna love this.” He said confidently, remembering how much the short gargoyle had an interest in motorcycles. Without skipping a beat he went on over to the elevator with Brooklyn.

It didnt take long for them go reach the garage. During the trip down, Brooklyn would nuzzle the wolf’s neck a few times right before the elevator door would open. The sound of metal beating against each other can be heard echoing the garage as well as the sight of some sparks flying. As they walked in, some mechanical books can be seen spread out in a few places on the floor.

“Hey, Lex!” Brooklyn called out as he lead Chip over towards the short gargoyle who had a welding mask over his face and some grease smears on his skin. It seems that he is working on a new bike of some sorts, but in the very early stages of it.

“Hey, Brooklyn. What’s up?” Lexington said, not looking up from his handi work just yet.

The sound of tools clanging off of metal and the sight of bright orange sparks showering the ground and immediately the wolf felt like he was home. “Heya there, Lex!“ Chip called over the sounds as he got a good look at the gargoyle’s little project. The burgeoning framework of a motorbike could be made out from the mess of metal that sat on the ground. “Looks like the love of bikes spreads pretty quick around here!“

Finally the smaller gargoyle looked up and saw that Chip was with Brooklyn as well. “Oh hey there, Chip. Didn’t see you there. Since that billionaire isn’t here, I thought I’d take advantage of the materi-” It was then, Lexington saw the look of his rookery brothers hair.

“Holy…Brook! How did you get that styled?” He came up to the taller gargoyle to examine his spiked up hair.

“Yours truly. Looks cool, right?” Brooklyn replied, gesturing to the wolf man next to him.

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

chip-of-ror‌:

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.

Chip took a step away from Brooklyn to let Broadway catch the full view of the red gargoyle’s outfit: Black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, tucked into a pair of tight black jeans with a black leather belt, and his white mane of hair styled straight up in a fierce mohawk. It was a stark contrast to the primitive bare-chest and loincloth combination the rest of the rookery sported. The difference was even clear to Chip seeing Brooklyn and Broadway stood close together.

The two gargoyles would be looking at awe at the crimson ones new threads. It was very much clear that Broadway liked the new look and even complimented on the fact that both him and Chip looked like a good pair with their current gear. “Man, wish I had hair so it could be styled, but beggars cant be choosers. See you guys later. I gotta wash these.” And with that, the gargoyle left the couple in the hallway.

“Man, that was great!” Brooklyn said once he turned to Chip, grinning at the wolf mutant.

Chip let out a laugh and waved to the heavy gargoyle as he trundled off. “If ya happen to grow any I’ll gladly style it for you!“ He called out before turning back to face Brooklyn. “Nice to see he approves. Any of your other brothers still around?” Chip asked, folding his arms and eyeing Brooklyn up and down. No matter how many times he saw his friend in that outfit, it never failed to impress him.

Brooklyn looked at the nearest clock in the hallway. A couple hours till sunrise it seems. “Lex should be somewhere in the garage at this time. We can go there and see everyone else before the sun comes back up.” The gargoyle pointed his thumb towards the way to the elevator.

Chip took note of the time. Still plenty of time left until he had to make his way back home. “Oh I bet he’s gonna love this.” He said confidently, remembering how much the short gargoyle had an interest in motorcycles. Without skipping a beat he went on over to the elevator with Brooklyn.

It didnt take long for them go reach the garage. During the trip down, Brooklyn would nuzzle the wolf’s neck a few times right before the elevator door would open. The sound of metal beating against each other can be heard echoing the garage as well as the sight of some sparks flying. As they walked in, some mechanical books can be seen spread out in a few places on the floor.

“Hey, Lex!” Brooklyn called out as he lead Chip over towards the short gargoyle who had a welding mask over his face and some grease smears on his skin. It seems that he is working on a new bike of some sorts, but in the very early stages of it.

“Hey, Brooklyn. What’s up?” Lexington said, not looking up from his handi work just yet.

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

chip-of-ror‌:

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.

Chip took a step away from Brooklyn to let Broadway catch the full view of the red gargoyle’s outfit: Black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, tucked into a pair of tight black jeans with a black leather belt, and his white mane of hair styled straight up in a fierce mohawk. It was a stark contrast to the primitive bare-chest and loincloth combination the rest of the rookery sported. The difference was even clear to Chip seeing Brooklyn and Broadway stood close together.

The two gargoyles would be looking at awe at the crimson ones new threads. It was very much clear that Broadway liked the new look and even complimented on the fact that both him and Chip looked like a good pair with their current gear. “Man, wish I had hair so it could be styled, but beggars cant be choosers. See you guys later. I gotta wash these.” And with that, the gargoyle left the couple in the hallway.

“Man, that was great!” Brooklyn said once he turned to Chip, grinning at the wolf mutant.

Chip let out a laugh and waved to the heavy gargoyle as he trundled off. “If ya happen to grow any I’ll gladly style it for you!“ He called out before turning back to face Brooklyn. “Nice to see he approves. Any of your other brothers still around?” Chip asked, folding his arms and eyeing Brooklyn up and down. No matter how many times he saw his friend in that outfit, it never failed to impress him.

Brooklyn looked at the nearest clock in the hallway. A couple hours till sunrise it seems. “Lex should be somewhere in the garage at this time. We can go there and see everyone else before the sun comes back up.” The gargoyle pointed his thumb towards the way to the elevator.

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern‌:

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.

chip-of-ror‌:

“Feels pretty badass now that I’m wearing all this.” He had his free hand hold onto his jacket just to give it a few tugs before putting it back down again. “Not to mention makes me feel fierce when I add my third eyelid.”

Right when he said that, his third eyelid covered his eyes to show off how more of a modern tough looking guy he is. While having the empty bowls in his arms, the gargoyle managed to clap a bit at the sight. “You look like one of those humans that we take down every night or just biker gangs in general.”

Chip took a step away from Brooklyn to let Broadway catch the full view of the red gargoyle’s outfit: Black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, tucked into a pair of tight black jeans with a black leather belt, and his white mane of hair styled straight up in a fierce mohawk. It was a stark contrast to the primitive bare-chest and loincloth combination the rest of the rookery sported. The difference was even clear to Chip seeing Brooklyn and Broadway stood close together.

The two gargoyles would be looking at awe at the crimson ones new threads. It was very much clear that Broadway liked the new look and even complimented on the fact that both him and Chip looked like a good pair with their current gear. “Man, wish I had hair so it could be styled, but beggars cant ge choosers. See you guys later. I gotta wash these.” And with that, the gargoyle left the couple in the hallway.

“Man, that was great!” Brooklyn said once he turned to Chip, grinning at the wolf mutant.