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 felt the tail’s nudging against his thigh, and figured he wouldn’t waste any more time. “Oh I was gettin’ there. Just needed an extra eyeful of how damn attractive that outfit makes ya look~” He growled again deeply and lustfully as he leaned downward on the bed and loomed over the gargoyle. With one hand he grabbed his lover by the collar of his jacket and pulled their lips together in a heated kiss. Chip huffed and hummed as he felt the rush of his warm canine breath against Brooklyn’s smooth leathery skin.

Brooklyn would bring one arm around the wolf’s neck as they kissed, aiming his clawed hands to gently scratch the top of his head knowing very well he would like that. His other arm would feel the others chest over his shirt and make his way down to the abs so he can feel the just how muscular the wolf his again compared to himself. His tail would wrap itself around them both is a loose, but tight enough embrace so they could remain close to each other while they continued to kiss sand feel each others tounges.

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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 nodded to the wolf. “It feels different now that it’s styled I‘ll tell you that much.” As soon as he said that, he gently moved his hand thorugh his spiked up hiar, making sure not to damage it, but to feel just how diffrent it use to be when it was just straight on his back. Now that they were inside, Brooklyn turned off the engine and in no time the green gargoyle came to them with big eyes as soon as he saw the bikes.

“Ok, so like, before i do anything, is there something I need to know about this bike. Like if I were to touch something it would cause a lot of damage to the bike itelf?” Ass easger as he was, he wanted to be careful with tampering the others bike.

Chip sat astride his motorbike as the short gargoyle rocked up to the two of them. “Those little claws are eager to get up inside it, huh? Well there’s a few things ya oughta know first.” The biker chuckled and climbed off the seat. He rolled the bike into a large, empty space, then kneeled down and patted a metal compartment contained within the rear of his ride. “Keep away from this when the safety’s not on cuz if ya hit the wrong lever…” He demonstrated by pulling a small lever near the handlebars, and then there was a mechanical whirr, followed by a whoosh of blue fabric as out sprang the hang glider mechanism. “You’ll cop a face full of that!”

Was taken aback by the wings coming out like that, but he nodded at the wolf. “Gotcha. Keep away from that part when the safety is not on.” He said while inspecting the bike of all the gears, metals, fabrics and ect. Lexington even had a notepad with him just so he wouldn’t miss anything once he would try to recreate this.

“Looks like he’s going to be busy for awhile.” Brooklyn said to Chip and looked at the time again. They still had a good 2 hours till it was time to head back up to the castle. “While he’s busy, is there anything you want to do in this time that we have?”

Chip laughed again and stepped away from his bike with Brooklyn. He glanced back at his ride and smiled. It would be in safe hands with Lex around. Chip turned his attention back to the red gargoyle and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s see… Two hours left, looks like we got us some time. Our bikes will be outta commission for a while, so it won’t be too safe for us to go out without ‘em…” The wolf stepped back and took a moment to eye his partner up head to toe.

“That outfit’s lookin’ mighty good on you, Brook. How ‘bout you and I find someplace nice and private~”

Lexington wasnt paying attention to the couple at this point as his investment was heavily on the bike itself. While that was happening, Brooklyn thought about it for a few seconds until the idea came to his head. “We can head back into the guest room where you fixed up my hair. It’s only an elevator away.” He started to grin when he said that.

Chip’s muzzle broke out into a wide wide and he excitedly took Brooklyn by the hand. “Let’s not waste any time then~” He responded with a lust-filled growl and headed straight for the elevator. Before long the couple were in the hallway outside the guest room. Chip glanced around to make sure nobody else was around, then slipped inside the room and locked the door behind them. “There we go, just you and me now, Brook.” The wolf purred and leaned his elbow against the door, casting the gargoyle a seductive look.

Thankfully there would be no one coming down this hallway for awhile unless they were trying to find the two of them which would be unlikely at this point. Once they did get into the room and the wolf locked the door, Brooklyn sat on the edge of the bed, facing towards the other with a mischievous smirk. Just got the sake of matching the other, he started to growl himself. “Yes. Just you and me. Alone…” His tail would reach out towards Chip.

Chip stepped forward and brushed his fingertips along Brooklyn’s thick tail, drawing closer to the bed. Before him Brooklyn sat sprawled out on the bed while decked out from head to toe like a badboy biker. The way the light caught his smooth leather jacket, that spiky white mohawk, the tight black jeans and even the belt holding them up… Yeah, Chip was in love. He didn’t speak a word as he drew nearer, eyes fixated on taking in every possible detail of the gargoyle’s outfit until they were etched into his memory.

Brooklyn could tell that Chip was very fixated on how he appeared and even he himself liked the way he looked in his new gear. That’s not to say he wouldn’t acknowledge how much the gargoyle liked the wolf attire too. He had admired that type of style ever since he came into this century despite having a bad run in with a gang in similar wear, but he always did have an appreciation for the look. It made them look like they were not meant to be messed with which is something that would work great for their species, but that day would most likely never come.

“You just gonna keep staring or are you gonna come to kiss me?” His tail would bring the wolf closer towards him.

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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 nodded to the wolf. “It feels different now that it’s styled I‘ll tell you that much.” As soon as he said that, he gently moved his hand thorugh his spiked up hiar, making sure not to damage it, but to feel just how diffrent it use to be when it was just straight on his back. Now that they were inside, Brooklyn turned off the engine and in no time the green gargoyle came to them with big eyes as soon as he saw the bikes.

“Ok, so like, before i do anything, is there something I need to know about this bike. Like if I were to touch something it would cause a lot of damage to the bike itelf?” Ass easger as he was, he wanted to be careful with tampering the others bike.

Chip sat astride his motorbike as the short gargoyle rocked up to the two of them. “Those little claws are eager to get up inside it, huh? Well there’s a few things ya oughta know first.” The biker chuckled and climbed off the seat. He rolled the bike into a large, empty space, then kneeled down and patted a metal compartment contained within the rear of his ride. “Keep away from this when the safety’s not on cuz if ya hit the wrong lever…” He demonstrated by pulling a small lever near the handlebars, and then there was a mechanical whirr, followed by a whoosh of blue fabric as out sprang the hang glider mechanism. “You’ll cop a face full of that!”

Was taken aback by the wings coming out like that, but he nodded at the wolf. “Gotcha. Keep away from that part when the safety is not on.” He said while inspecting the bike of all the gears, metals, fabrics and ect. Lexington even had a notepad with him just so he wouldn’t miss anything once he would try to recreate this.

“Looks like he’s going to be busy for awhile.” Brooklyn said to Chip and looked at the time again. They still had a good 2 hours till it was time to head back up to the castle. “While he’s busy, is there anything you want to do in this time that we have?”

Chip laughed again and stepped away from his bike with Brooklyn. He glanced back at his ride and smiled. It would be in safe hands with Lex around. Chip turned his attention back to the red gargoyle and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s see… Two hours left, looks like we got us some time. Our bikes will be outta commission for a while, so it won’t be too safe for us to go out without ‘em…” The wolf stepped back and took a moment to eye his partner up head to toe.

“That outfit’s lookin’ mighty good on you, Brook. How ‘bout you and I find someplace nice and private~”

Lexington wasnt paying attention to the couple at this point as his investment was heavily on the bike itself. While that was happening, Brooklyn thought about it for a few seconds until the idea came to his head. “We can head back into the guest room where you fixed up my hair. It’s only an elevator away.” He started to grin when he said that.

Chip’s muzzle broke out into a wide wide and he excitedly took Brooklyn by the hand. “Let’s not waste any time then~” He responded with a lust-filled growl and headed straight for the elevator. Before long the couple were in the hallway outside the guest room. Chip glanced around to make sure nobody else was around, then slipped inside the room and locked the door behind them. “There we go, just you and me now, Brook.” The wolf purred and leaned his elbow against the door, casting the gargoyle a seductive look.

Thankfully there would be no one coming down this hallway for awhile unless they were trying to find the two of them which would be unlikely at this point. Once they did get into the room and the wolf locked the door, Brooklyn sat on the edge of the bed, facing towards the other with a mischievous smirk. Just got the sake of matching the other, he started to growl himself. “Yes. Just you and me. Alone…” His tail would reach out towards Chip.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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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 nodded to the wolf. “It feels different now that it’s styled I‘ll tell you that much.” As soon as he said that, he gently moved his hand thorugh his spiked up hiar, making sure not to damage it, but to feel just how diffrent it use to be when it was just straight on his back. Now that they were inside, Brooklyn turned off the engine and in no time the green gargoyle came to them with big eyes as soon as he saw the bikes.

“Ok, so like, before i do anything, is there something I need to know about this bike. Like if I were to touch something it would cause a lot of damage to the bike itelf?” Ass easger as he was, he wanted to be careful with tampering the others bike.

Chip sat astride his motorbike as the short gargoyle rocked up to the two of them. “Those little claws are eager to get up inside it, huh? Well there’s a few things ya oughta know first.” The biker chuckled and climbed off the seat. He rolled the bike into a large, empty space, then kneeled down and patted a metal compartment contained within the rear of his ride. “Keep away from this when the safety’s not on cuz if ya hit the wrong lever…” He demonstrated by pulling a small lever near the handlebars, and then there was a mechanical whirr, followed by a whoosh of blue fabric as out sprang the hang glider mechanism. “You’ll cop a face full of that!”

Was taken aback by the wings coming out like that, but he nodded at the wolf. “Gotcha. Keep away from that part when the safety is not on.” He said while inspecting the bike of all the gears, metals, fabrics and ect. Lexington even had a notepad with him just so he wouldn’t miss anything once he would try to recreate this.

“Looks like he’s going to be busy for awhile.” Brooklyn said to Chip and looked at the time again. They still had a good 2 hours till it was time to head back up to the castle. “While he’s busy, is there anything you want to do in this time that we have?”

Chip laughed again and stepped away from his bike with Brooklyn. He glanced back at his ride and smiled. It would be in safe hands with Lex around. Chip turned his attention back to the red gargoyle and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s see… Two hours left, looks like we got us some time. Our bikes will be outta commission for a while, so it won’t be too safe for us to go out without ‘em…” The wolf stepped back and took a moment to eye his partner up head to toe.

“That outfit’s lookin’ mighty good on you, Brook. How ‘bout you and I find someplace nice and private~”

Lexington wasnt paying attention to the couple at this point as his investment was heavily on the bike itself. While that was happening, Brooklyn thought about it for a few seconds until the idea came to his head. “We can head back into the guest room where you fixed up my hair. It’s only an elevator away.” He started to grin when he said that.

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 nodded to the wolf. “It feels different now that it’s styled I‘ll tell you that much.” As soon as he said that, he gently moved his hand thorugh his spiked up hiar, making sure not to damage it, but to feel just how diffrent it use to be when it was just straight on his back. Now that they were inside, Brooklyn turned off the engine and in no time the green gargoyle came to them with big eyes as soon as he saw the bikes.

“Ok, so like, before i do anything, is there something I need to know about this bike. Like if I were to touch something it would cause a lot of damage to the bike itelf?” Ass easger as he was, he wanted to be careful with tampering the others bike.

Chip sat astride his motorbike as the short gargoyle rocked up to the two of them. “Those little claws are eager to get up inside it, huh? Well there’s a few things ya oughta know first.” The biker chuckled and climbed off the seat. He rolled the bike into a large, empty space, then kneeled down and patted a metal compartment contained within the rear of his ride. “Keep away from this when the safety’s not on cuz if ya hit the wrong lever…” He demonstrated by pulling a small lever near the handlebars, and then there was a mechanical whirr, followed by a whoosh of blue fabric as out sprang the hang glider mechanism. “You’ll cop a face full of that!”

Was taken aback by the wings coming out like that, but he nodded at the wolf. “Gotcha. Keep away from that part when the safety is not on.” He said while inspecting the bike of all the gears, metals, fabrics and ect. Lexington even had a notepad with him just so he wouldn’t miss anything once he would try to recreate this.

“Looks like he’s going to be busy for awhile.” Brooklyn said to Chip and looked at the time again. They still had a good 2 hours till it was time to head back up to the castle. “While he’s busy, is there anything you want to do in this time that we have?”

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 nodded to the wolf. “It feels different now that it’s styled I‘ll tell you that much.” As soon as he said that, he gently moved his hand thorugh his spiked up hiar, making sure not to damage it, but to feel just how diffrent it use to be when it was just straight on his back. Now that they were inside, Brooklyn turned off the engine and in no time the green gargoyle came to them with big eyes as soon as he saw the bikes.

“Ok, so like, before i do anything, is there something I need to know about this bike. Like if I were to touch something it would cause a lot of damage to the bike itelf?” Ass easger as he was, he wanted to be careful with tampering the others bike.

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.

Chip could not have been happier as soon as he laid eyes upon his precious motorcycle. He stepped closer to examine it and made sure nothing had happened. “Good. Looks like nothing’s happened to it.” He said with relief in his voice while he patted the leather seat. Out of all of Chip’s possessions, his motorcycle meant the most to him in the whole world, though now that he’d found Brooklyn he meant even more. Chip glanced back over his shoulder and shot a wide, excitable smile to his companion. “Say, now that we’re alone and away from prying eyes, how ‘bout a little make-out session~?”

Brooklyn didn’t even hesitate to answer the others question. Maybe in the past towards the beginning of their relationship he would have been cautious about going for a kiss, but the two of them have gotten deep in their connection so this felt very appropriate. “I dont see why not.” Without missing a beat, he brought his beak to Chip’s muzzle, bringing his hand to hold the back of the wolf’s head, giving light scratches to it.

It brought Chip great pleasure seeing Brooklyn slip straight into the heat of things. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue between the other male’s own reptile-like ones to taste the warmth within. Holding his lover’s slimmer frame close to his body, the wolf leaned back against the seat of his motorcycle. The bike sagged a little beneath them from the weight, but was surely sturdy enough to keep its balance as the two had their fun.

In this moment the gargoyle was in a moment of full on comfort, playfully fighting the others tounge as it went into his mouth as if they had done this before. Maybe they have and even if they didnt this was still fun to do as they kissed in this empty alleyway. Upon this lasting for a good long while, the gargoyle had to pull back as he just remembered why they came here in the first place. “Ready to head back?”

Once the kiss came to an end the wolf looked down at Brooklyn with a sheepish smile. “Aheh… Yeah we oughta. Don’t wanna leave ‘em waiting too long.” He nodded and let go of the other male. His hand slipped out from beneath the belt of Brooklyn’s jeans. In the heat of the moment Chip hadn’t realised his hand had made its way underneath the waistband of the gargoyle’s tight jockstrap. Leaning back, Chip grabbed a hold of his motorbike’s handlebars and swung his leg over the seat. “There we go…” The wolf smiled as the ignition roared his engine to life. He shot a sideways glace over to Brooklyn as he waited for the gargoyle to start up his own motorcycle. “Ready to roll anytime!”

Brooklyn didnt notice that the wolf had their paws in that area until he left them removed. That was better saved until next time they were alone to be as intimate as they wanted. Once he got onto his own bike, the gargoyle started the engine and looked to Chip with a nod. “Let’s ride!” With that said, Brooklyn rode off into the street, heading for the building he called home. Unlike the last times he was on this bike, the gargoyle didnt want to get any unnecessary attention by the police so in this case he abided the speed limit. Plus the building wasnt that far anyway so there was no excuse to fool around.

As if in cue, the garage door opened once the two of them would near the entrance to the building.

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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.

Chip could not have been happier as soon as he laid eyes upon his precious motorcycle. He stepped closer to examine it and made sure nothing had happened. “Good. Looks like nothing’s happened to it.” He said with relief in his voice while he patted the leather seat. Out of all of Chip’s possessions, his motorcycle meant the most to him in the whole world, though now that he’d found Brooklyn he meant even more. Chip glanced back over his shoulder and shot a wide, excitable smile to his companion. “Say, now that we’re alone and away from prying eyes, how ‘bout a little make-out session~?”

Brooklyn didn’t even hesitate to answer the others question. Maybe in the past towards the beginning of their relationship he would have been cautious about going for a kiss, but the two of them have gotten deep in their connection so this felt very appropriate. “I dont see why not.” Without missing a beat, he brought his beak to Chip’s muzzle, bringing his hand to hold the back of the wolf’s head, giving light scratches to it.

It brought Chip great pleasure seeing Brooklyn slip straight into the heat of things. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue between the other male’s own reptile-like ones to taste the warmth within. Holding his lover’s slimmer frame close to his body, the wolf leaned back against the seat of his motorcycle. The bike sagged a little beneath them from the weight, but was surely sturdy enough to keep its balance as the two had their fun.

In this moment the gargoyle was in a moment of full on comfort, playfully fighting the others tounge as it went into his mouth as if they had done this before. Maybe they have and even if they didnt this was still fun to do as they kissed in this empty alleyway. Upon this lasting for a good long while, the gargoyle had to pull back as he just remembered why they came here in the first place. “Ready to head back?”

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 could not have been happier as soon as he laid eyes upon his precious motorcycle. He stepped closer to examine it and made sure nothing had happened. “Good. Looks like nothing’s happened to it.” He said with relief in his voice while he patted the leather seat. Out of all of Chip’s possessions, his motorcycle meant the most to him in the whole world, though now that he’d found Brooklyn he meant even more. Chip glanced back over his shoulder and shot a wide, excitable smile to his companion. “Say, now that we’re alone and away from prying eyes, how ‘bout a little make-out session~?”

Brooklyn didn’t even hesitate to answer the others question. Maybe in the past towards the beginning of their relationship he would have been cautious about going for a kiss, but the two of them have gotten deep in their connection so this felt very appropriate. “I dont see why not.” Without missing a beat, he brought his beak to Chip’s muzzle, bringing his gloved hand to hold the back of the wolf’s head, giving light scratches to it.

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.

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.