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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.
“Probably not…hehe…night, Chip….” With that said he started to fall into the sleepy abyss, not even thinking about how he was going to turn to stone once the sun comes up. For now he ws enoying himsefl in the precense of the wolf man.
That night Chip slept calmly and peacefully, more so than he had in a long, long time. He had spent so many restless nights alone that being able to share a bed with someone else was a blessing… That was until dawn. Come sunrise the wolf was torn from his peaceful rest by the sensation of something cold and heavy pressing up against him. With a tired moan Chip lifted his head and glanced over to where Brooklyn lay, only to give a sudden gasp of shock and stumbled out of bed. “Holy shit!”
What chip saw was what seemed to be an exact replica of Brooklyn, but the stone version of him. It had the same clothes, beak, antlers, wings and everything that identified the gargoyle, but turned to stone. It seemed unmoving and still like the ones that you would see on buildings to look intimidating to the ones down below. As far as the expression of the statue goes, the face was very peaceful looking as if there was nothing wrong with its current state.
In his half-tired state Chip struggled to get to his feet after landing on his ass out of shock from what he saw. He took another look at the stone sculpture that lay where Brooklyn had earlier that night, and recognised it as looking exactly like his friend. “Brook? Is that you?” He asked whilst cautiously reaching out to lay a hand on the gargoyle’s shoulder. It felt cold and just as one would expect from something made of stone. “Oh man this is weird…”
The statue was still unmoving, not even making a sound for the other to indicate that the gargoyle could hear him. All that could be done now is wait until sundown for the world most epic yawn to come into being. If anything, at least they were not tangled up or else there would have been serious problems in getting untangled.
Once the sun came down, the statue started to erupt, a thin layer of the stone was starting to crack and out came the gargoyle, giving a loud roar/yawn. He even started to stretch until he self the small pain in his butt from last night. “Ow! Dangit it still hurts!” He was gently rubbing his bum.
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