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.

He looked down at the loincloth which did seem to pack the inside of his new pants in an unappealing way. “Sure, why not?” He took off the pants and then turned around to take off the loincloth because for right now he was bottom naked and just wearing the leather jacket. Once that was done, he placed on the jeans yet again and turned around

“How about, now?” He gestured to himself. The tail hole was going to awkwardly get use too since he is wearing something kind of new to him.

Whilst Brooklyn had turned around to get undressed once more, the wolf did his best to turn away out of respect, but something in him kept from looking away completely. Rather sneakily he stole a few glances of the gargoyle’s backside, taking time to note how supple and attractive his skin looked. As Brooklyn turned his back again to face him, he quickly looked away before pretending as if he were seeing the other as he was for the first time.

“Whoa, now that’s a look I can get used to.” Smirked Chip, folding his arms and eyeing his friend up and down in his new getup. “Though to finish it off…” He quickly headed over to the stack of boxes again before returning with a black leather belt and handing it to the gargoyle. “Try this on too.”

He saw the belt. It slightly resembled his own, but it was this centuries updated one so the accessory wasn’t too out of his knowledge. The gargoyle took the belt and buckled it around him to where it had fitted him perfectly. Even though this was new material to wear, he could get use to these clothes.

“Thanks, Chip. I think this get up can do me well when I’m pulling up the disguise.” He grinned.

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.

He looked down at the loincloth which did seem to pack the inside of his new pants in an unappealing way. “Sure, why not?” He took off the pants and then turned around to take off the loincloth because for right now he was bottom naked and just wearing the jean jacket. Once that was done, he placed on the jeans yet again and turned around

“How about, now?” He gestured to himself. The tail hole was going to awkwardly get use too since he is wearing something kind of new 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.

“Heh, sounds good to me. Come this way.” Chip was smiling broadly as he got up for the second time and led him into the the other room where he had converted into a bedroom. Much like the living room it wasn’t pretty, but it was the best he had. In one corner there were several old mattresses piled on one another which was where the wolf slept. In another one several large cardboard boxes filled with clothes were stacked on top of each other.

He looked around the room, seeing the display of matresses and clothes sticking out of the boxes. Like the living room, he didn’t mind seeing how out of shape it is since the ither had to survive now that he was a mutant. “So which one of these do we start out with first?”

“Hang on a sec.” Said the wolf as he headed over to the pile of boxes and started shifting them around. Soon enough he found the box he was after near the bottom and carried it back for the gargoyle to look into. “Here. This is where I keep some of the clothes I found that others tossed away. These ones here are ones that don’t quite fit me well, but I hold onto them anyway just in case.”

Setting the box on the ground, the gargoyle could see that it contained several shirts and pairs of jeans in several colours. Many of the clothes inside it were either a bit dirty or slightly torn, but a few of them looked fairly clean, if old. “See what you can find in there. Some of the pants are kinda small for me so they’d probably fit you better.”

“Especially with these legs.” Brooklyn chuckled as he motioned to his toes and animal like legs that were indeed kind of thick, but not to then extent of Chip’s who’s legs were much thicker than his own. The gargoyle then looked at the many diffrent colors of pants and decided to chose the simple black cotton jeans that were kind of dirty, but only if you look very hard.

“I think these would do.” Without hesitation he started to put on the jeans, not taking off his loincloth. Once fitted, he looked at himself then at Chip. “How’s this?”

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.

“Heh, sounds good to me. Come this way.” Chip was smiling broadly as he got up for the second time and led him into the the other room where he had converted into a bedroom. Much like the living room it wasn’t pretty, but it was the best he had. In one corner there were several old mattresses piled on one another which was where the wolf slept. In another one several large cardboard boxes filled with clothes were stacked on top of each other.

He looked around the room, seeing the display of matresses and clothes sticking out of the boxes. Like the living room, he didn’t mind seeing how out of shape it is since the ither had to survive now that he was a mutant. “So which one of these do we start out with first?”

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 was still not fully aware of what he was doing until Brooklyn brought it to his attention. Suddenly cutting off a laugh, his eyes trailed downward to the gargoyle’s shoulder where his hand was resting. Now he was feeling flustered all at once, but for whatever he didn’t remove his hand. “Uh, I-I guess so…” Chip stuttered while the blush crept onto his face.

“So…now that we’re here, what do you want to do, now? Relax more here while the night is still, young?” He saud, not really moving from the others gentle hold on him. He did have to chuckle at the others blush.

“Well, we could talk some more about ourselves, or we could go out again for another ride. The cops would’ve given up looking by now.” Subconsciously Chil pulled the gargoyle in closer until their shoulders were rubbing together. “Or going back to what I said earlier, I could go find a pair of pants you could try on. It’d help out with your disguise.” He gave the other a soft, easygoing grin.

“Hm…let’s try the pants. I could use an update on my wardrobe to be honest.” He chuckled, still not minding at being pulled closer as he took this as a friendly gesture from the wolf man.

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 was still not fully aware of what he was doing until Brooklyn brought it to his attention. Suddenly cutting off a laugh, his eyes trailed downward to the gargoyle’s shoulder where his hand was resting. Now he was feeling flustered all at once, but for whatever he didn’t remove his hand. “Uh, I-I guess so…” Chip stuttered while the blush crept onto his face.

“So…now that we’re here, what do you want to do, now? Relax more here while the night is still, young?” He saud, not really moving from the others gentle hold on him. He did have to chuckle at the others blush.

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.

Seeing the gargoyle react to something as simple as that amused the wolf greatly. “Welcome to the present day.” He gave a little laugh and patted his friend on the shoulder. Chip took a sip from his own can and relished the sweet, refreshing flavour. It wasn’t often he got to taste something this nice. He had these cans of soda stashed away for a while now, and tonight seemed like the right time to finally bring them out.

“And what a welcome it is. Sure if has its ups and downs, but right now the highs are really starting to overshadow those downs.” He chuckled and drank more of his beverage, finishing his can and crushing it with his bare hands. He turned the aluminum can into a ball shape , not getting any cuts in his hand. It wasnt until later he started burping in his hands when the fizz was doing its thing to which he gave another embarrassed laugh as it happened again.

The laughter was infectious for sure, as Chip found himself sharing a hearty chuckle with Brooklyn. “Heh, that’ll do that to you.” the canine snickered and hardly even realised as he put his arm over Brooklyn’s shoulders in a friendly manner. Fingertips found themselves brushing over the smooth leather of the gargoyle’s jacket again.

The gesture almost surprised him, but he didn’t mind it too much until he noticed that the fingers were gently touching the smooth leather. It didn’t feel forced or anything so the gargoyle wasn’t very alarmed. “Geeze, Chip. Heheh. Your really into Leather.”

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.

Seeing the gargoyle react to something as simple as that amused the wolf greatly. “Welcome to the present day.” He gave a little laugh and patted his friend on the shoulder. Chip took a sip from his own can and relished the sweet, refreshing flavour. It wasn’t often he got to taste something this nice. He had these cans of soda stashed away for a while now, and tonight seemed like the right time to finally bring them out.

“And what a welcome it is. Sure if has its ups and downs, but right now the highs are really starting to overshadow those downs.” He chuckled and drank more of his beverage, finishing his can and crushing it with his bare hands. He turned the aluminum can into a ball shape , not getting any cuts in his hand. It wasnt until later he started burping in his hands when the fizz was doing its thing to which he gave another embarrassed laugh as it happened again.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“Yeab those leathers fit you well with beibg a biker and all. Heheh.” He looked down and touched the fabric. “Oh, this? This is the usual material of what my clan wears. At least that’s how it was 1000 years ago. I don’t know if there are any updates to the clothing for or kind or if there are any gargoyles still alive right now…”

“Oh, sorry to hear that…” Chip’s smile faded a little at Brooklyn’s uncertainty. He wished there was a way to help him out, but he hadn’t the faintest idea what he could do. “Uh, did you want something to drink maybe?” Suggested Chip, hoping that might lift the gargoyle’s spirits again.

“Uh, sure! What do you have?” In truth he hasn’t tried that many drinks in this century so he was willing to try anything new.

Chip hopped up off the couch to his feet. “Let’s see. I’ll be back in a moment.” The wolf left the room for a moment or two before returning shortly after with several cans of soda in here. “Here, not sure if you’ve had this before but it’s called ‘soda’. It’s sort of a sweet drink that tastes like fruit.” He explained, popping open a can and handing it to the gargoyle.

He observed the can, looking around it just to see how it opens until he followed the motion that the other did in opening it. He somewhat flinched at the ‘hiss’ sound and gave an embarrassed chuckle. He took a sip of the beverage and slightly coughed at the fizz of it, but his smile said otherwise. “This taste great. I’ve seen these around, but haven’t gotten a chance to try them out.”

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.

“Yeab those leathers fit you well with beibg a biker and all. Heheh.” He looked down and touched the fabric. “Oh, this? This is the usual material of what my clan wears. At least that’s how it was 1000 years ago. I don’t know if there are any updates to the clothing for or kind or if there are any gargoyles still alive right now…”

“Oh, sorry to hear that…” Chip’s smile faded a little at Brooklyn’s uncertainty. He wished there was a way to help him out, but he hadn’t the faintest idea what he could do. “Uh, did you want something to drink maybe?” Suggested Chip, hoping that might lift the gargoyle’s spirits again.

“Uh, sure! What do you have?” In truth he hasn’t tried that many drinks in this century so he was willing to try anything new.