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.

Earlier on Chip did take the time to examine the loin cloth more thoroughly. It was hard not to take a whiff of it up close. The aged scent of the musk was quite alluring to Chip. Maybe he’d have a little fun with it while he waited for night to fall…

Soon enough the evening had come, and Chip made his way straight for the garage to meet up with his buddy. As expected, there the gargoyle was, still clad in his biker get-up. The wolf pulled up outside the door and shut off his motorcycle before removing his helmet. “Good evening pal. Glad to see you again.” He greeted with a cheery smirk, brushing his messy black hair from his eyes.

“Good to see yah too, Chip.” He patted the other on the shoulder as well, returning the smirk as a reminder kicked into his mind. 

“Say. I think I left my loincloth at your place, correct? I was in too much of a hurry to notice it gone.” In a way, he did feel kind of embarrassed to leave his garments there in the others house since that was his first time coming there.

Having climbed off of his bike Chip stepped into the garage and approached his friend. “Oh yeah, your loincloth. Don’t worry, it’s in a safe place back at my hideout.” He assured the crimson gargoyle. “We can go fetch it later if you want. Don’t know if you’d really wanna go back to just wearing that though, this modern outfit suits you far too well.” Chip crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall, eyeing Brooklyn’s current outfit up and down.

With what Chip said that was indeed true. No one on the streets have treated him in a harsh way as long as he didn’t get in their face. In a way, it was rather refreshing. “Nothing wrong with wearing a custom to your clan though. With the right clothes, I could make it work with the loin cloth, but we can figure that out later. Did you have a good rest, cause I sure as hell did.”

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.

Earlier on Chip did take the time to examine the loin cloth more thoroughly. It was hard not to take a whiff of it up close. The aged scent of the musk was quite alluring to Chip. Maybe he’d have a little fun with it while he waited for night to fall…

Soon enough the evening had come, and Chip made his way straight for the garage to meet up with his buddy. As expected, there the gargoyle was, still clad in his biker get-up. The wolf pulled up outside the door and shut off his motorcycle before removing his helmet. “Good evening pal. Glad to see you again.” He greeted with a cheery smirk, brushing his messy black hair from his eyes.

“Good to see yah too, Chip.” He patted the other on the shoulder as well, returning the smirk as a reminder kicked into his mind. 

“Say. I think I left my loincloth at your place, correct? I was in too much of a hurry to notice it gone.” In a way, he did feel kind of embarrassed to leave his garments there in the others house since that was his first time coming there.

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 two had been enjoying one another’s company so much that they must’ve lost track of the time. “Damn. You really should be going.” Chip exclaimed as he let go of the gargoyle and quickly got to his feet. There was still enough time for him to get home before the sun would emerge over the horizon. The wolf took Brooklyn by his claw and hurriedly made their way back to the abandoned warehouse. “It’s been great hanging with you tonight. Wanna do the same tomorrow?” He asked after pulling open the roller door.

He hurried over to his bike and started the engine, looking at his new friend with a nod as he got his gear together. “You got it, Chip. I’ll meet you here or at the garage. Whatever comes first.”

And with a fist bump, the gargoyle sped off into the twilight sky. He barley made it to his perch on the castle and he forgot his loincloth back at Chip’s place, but he was in too much of a hurry to notice. Before the ithers could question what he was wearing, they all turned to stone, even Brooklyns new clothes that belong to him.

“Sure, most likely at the garage. You take care man.” Chip returned the fist bump and have Brooklyn a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he drove away out of sight. Now on his own, the wolf sighed and smiled fondly to himself as he headed back inside. After all the time he had spent alone, tonight was just what the wolf man needed to reinvigorate him. Chip stepped into his bedroom only to notice a bundle of something piled on the floor. He went to pick it up to have a better look, and immediaely recognised it once he held it out. It was Brooklyn’s loincloth. “Oh… He must’ve left it here by accident.”

The cloth would have somewhat of a strong musk to it if the wolf man were to smell it closely as it did look very well worn.

Once nighttime came, the gargoyles woke up from their sleep and start to question the red gargoyle of what he was wearing and about Chip. While cautious at first, the fact that this was not blowing up in his face was actually a good sign so they were allowing the gargoyle to be around chip more as long as he still does patrols from time to time. Now that he was free, Brooklyn drove to the garage, feeling rather excited to see his friend again.

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 two had been enjoying one another’s company so much that they must’ve lost track of the time. “Damn. You really should be going.” Chip exclaimed as he let go of the gargoyle and quickly got to his feet. There was still enough time for him to get home before the sun would emerge over the horizon. The wolf took Brooklyn by his claw and hurriedly made their way back to the abandoned warehouse. “It’s been great hanging with you tonight. Wanna do the same tomorrow?” He asked after pulling open the roller door.

He hurried over to his bike and started the engine, looking at his new friend with a nod as he got his gear together. “You got it, Chip. I’ll meet you here or at the garage. Whatever comes first.”

And with a fist bump, the gargoyle sped off into the twilight sky. He barley made it to his perch on the castle and he forgot his loincloth back at Chip’s place, but he was in too much of a hurry to notice. Before the ithers could question what he was wearing, they all turned to stone, even Brooklyns new clothes that belong to him.

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.

“This city is beautiful from no matter which angle you look at it.” He added whilst gently caressing his hand up and down over the side of the gargoyle’s arm. “Though I gotta say this has to be the most spellbinding view of all.”

This time the gargoyle rested his hand on the others shoulder, while he wasn’t tired, he was very relaxed in the others arms. Was this too fast? Maybe, but did it feel really nice? Yes it did. “Hey, Chip? You ever miss your old life? You don’t have to answer.”

Something about having Brooklyn so close like this made Chip’s heart rate pick up a little. “Sometimes. I miss not being able to go out in public during the daytime, and I liked my job as a mechanic… But I guess having things change so radically helps you appreciate the world more.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry your life got ruined and your right. With past experiences even after waking up from forever, you do appreciate your life more at least…” In a way he wanted to help the other get his life back, but he knows little of what happened to the wolf man and he didn’t want to bring that subject up. At least not here.

The two of them must have been here for a very long time because the gargoyle noticed that the sky was getting much more lighter blue than dark. Upon seeing this it almost caused him to panic in alert. “I gott a go…”

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.

“This city is beautiful from no matter which angle you look at it.” He added whilst gently caressing his hand up and down over the side of the gargoyle’s arm. “Though I gotta say this has to be the most spellbinding view of all.”

This time the gargoyle rested his hand on the others shoulder, while he wasn’t tired, he was very relaxed in the others arms. Was this too fast? Maybe, but did it feel really nice? Yes it did. “Hey, Chip? You ever miss your old life? You don’t have to answer.”

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.

Instinctively Chip held Brooklyn a tiny bit tighter to his side, smiling softly as they kept on walking along the quiet broadwater. Something about all of this felt oddly right to Chip, though he couldn’t quite place why. “You got nothing to worry about here. It’s just you and me buddy.”

“Thanks, man…” He didn’t mind being held tighter. After all he himself was leaning against the other as he also wrapped his tail around the wolf man, holding him closer. In all honesty he was liking this, having never really felt a closeness in this context was feeling g very calming to him.

Whatever happened, Chip didn’t want to let go of Brooklyn yet. Without even thinking the wolf leaned his head in gently against the top of his companion’s. After some more walking, he urged for Brooklyn to come and take a seat on a nearby ledge so they could watch the scenery together.

The gargoyle didn’t oppose to this and went with the others actions, looking over the the scenery. “You know. I perch on a lot of building just to see the city in full mast and watching from over here is a fresh perspective to me tbh…” He was still holding the other close with his tail.

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.

Instinctively Chip held Brooklyn a tiny bit tighter to his side, smiling softly as they kept on walking along the quiet broadwater. Something about all of this felt oddly right to Chip, though he couldn’t quite place why. “You got nothing to worry about here. It’s just you and me buddy.”

“Thanks, man…” He didn’t mind being held tighter. After all he himself was leaning against the other as he also wrapped his tail around the wolf man, holding him closer. In all honesty he was liking this, having never really felt a closeness in this context was feeling g very calming to him.

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.

“It’s kind of rare I get nice moments like this with my personal life and all.” Which was kind of true when you deal with magic and villians from time to time. “I’m pretty glad we met, chip.”

“Best to savour the quiet moments whenever you get the chance.” He replied, stopping to gaze out across the water at the bright city lights. “So am I. It’s so refreshing to have met someone I can actually talk to.”

“Especially one that is not hell bent on threatening me and my friends.” He chuckled. They haven’t had the best of luck being mutual with many people in this century, but they did had a few which was a good start. The gargoyle was almost leaning against the other just a little bit.

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.

“It’s kind of rare I get nice moments like this with my personal life and all.” Which was kind of true when you deal with magic and villians from time to time. “I’m pretty glad we met, chip.”