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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.

The soft smile upon Chip’s face quickly burst into a bright, beaming grin. Without any hesitation he put his large arm around the gargoyle’s back and pulled him in close till they were shoulder to shoulder. “You don’t know how happy makes me, Brook.” The wolf was overflowing with sheer joy. “These past few months have been too damn lonely, and you’re the best thing that’s happened to me since who knows when.”

Brooklyn grinned and wrapped an arm around the others side since the other was doing the same. He could definitely tell that the other was very much so happy in this moment out of all the loneliness he has been feeling and since the gargoyle had pretty much been hated be everyone except for his clan and human friend so far in this century, it was great to see that there was another out there that liked him. Hell. With Chip is was most likely love at this point. “After being not well received by like the people you saw that we saved not too long ago, it’s great to see that there are people like you out there that accept me just like how I accept you.”

Chip’s other hand found itself reaching up to cup against the side of Brooklyn’s cheek. “I don’t care what normal people say. My life might not be the greatest, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t made a hundred times better with you in it.“ His smile softened and with a gentle pull he brought Brooklyn’s face closer till their lips were but inches apart.

“I can say the same with you…” The gargoyle allowed the wolf to pull him closet till their lips were so very close apart that Brooklyn himself decided to go full 100 and press his beak softly onto the wolf’s muzzle. His hands would hold thevothets sides as he even brought his chest to touch the others more muscular body just so they could he closer.

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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.

“A castle? Wait, you don’t mean-” Chip paused for a moment while speaking as the realisation hit him. He’d heard of some eccentric billionaire guy bringing a castle from overseas for whatever reason. “Huh, I think I heard of that before actually. So that’s how you guys got all the way to the Big Apple.”

He nodded. “Since we can only wake up when the castle is above the clouds due to the curse put on us to sleep forever, he found out how to wake us up and here we are. That guy is not too cool, by the way. Right now he is in jail for some illegal thing he wanted us to do. When would he come out? I have no idea. Gotta talk to our human friend about that sometime…”

“Yowch. Guess he’s behind bars for good reason.“ Chip lowered his head and looked down at the floor for a moment. “Still I’m at least thankful enough that he managed to bring you guys way here. Otherwise I never would’ve met you, Brook.“ The wolf turned his head toward the gargoyle and showed him a soft, welcoming smile.

The gargoyle looked up a bit then back at Chip to smile. “You know what? You’re right about that, Chip. This century has a lot of great things about it and you are one of them. I’m glad I got to meet you.”

The soft smile upon Chip’s face quickly burst into a bright, beaming grin. Without any hesitation he put his large arm around the gargoyle’s back and pulled him in close till they were shoulder to shoulder. “You don’t know how happy makes me, Brook.” The wolf was overflowing with sheer joy. “These past few months have been too damn lonely, and you’re the best thing that’s happened to me since who knows when.”

Brooklyn grinned and wrapped an arm around the others side since the other was doing the same. He could definitely tell that the other was very much so happy in this moment out of all the loneliness he has been feeling and since the gargoyle had pretty much been hated be everyone except for his clan and human friend so far in this century, it was great to see that there was another out there that liked him. Hell. With Chip is was most likely love at this point. “After being not well received by like the people you saw that we saved not too long ago, it’s great to see that there are people like you out there that accept me just like how I accept you.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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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.

“A castle? Wait, you don’t mean-” Chip paused for a moment while speaking as the realisation hit him. He’d heard of some eccentric billionaire guy bringing a castle from overseas for whatever reason. “Huh, I think I heard of that before actually. So that’s how you guys got all the way to the Big Apple.”

He nodded. “Since we can only wake up when the castle is above the clouds due to the curse put on us to sleep forever, he found out how to wake us up and here we are. That guy is not too cool, by the way. Right now he is in jail for some illegal thing he wanted us to do. When would he come out? I have no idea. Gotta talk to our human friend about that sometime…”

“Yowch. Guess he’s behind bars for good reason.“ Chip lowered his head and looked down at the floor for a moment. “Still I’m at least thankful enough that he managed to bring you guys way here. Otherwise I never would’ve met you, Brook.“ The wolf turned his head toward the gargoyle and showed him a soft, welcoming smile.

The gargoyle looked up a bit then back at Chip to smile. “You know what? You’re right about that, Chip. This century has a lot of great things about it and you are one of them. I’m glad I got to meet you.”

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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.

The gargoyle gave the other a smirk back, rubbing his butt just a little bit more. “At least I am not devoid of walking so that’s good. Thanks, Chip. I appreciate it. You know, you could come by to where we live sometime if you’d like. It’s really huge.” He grinned.

At the mention of Brooklyn’s home Chip couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “Y’know you haven’t told me much about where you and your bros live, Brook.” Chip began and shuffled to the side of the couch, urging the other to sit next to him. “Must be someplace hard-to-find to keep you safe from being discovered in daytime.”

“Well…..” He paused for a few moments before answering and sitting down next to the other when Chip motioned him too. “…its more like plain sight sight since no one can tell we are real gargoyles during the daytime. Then again we are really high up in the sky so no one can see us much anyway.”

Chip mulled these facts over in his mind. Up high, turn to stone in the daytime, away from view. Chip was starting to put the pieces together. “Ah, I see now. You guys must hide out on a tall building somewhere. That’s a good place to stay hidden.”

He nodded then leaned back more into the couch, signing. “Yup. A tall building that has a castle up top. In fact, it’s higher to the point where clouds are covering most of it. I think you can even see it from here.”

“A castle? Wait, you don’t mean-” Chip paused for a moment while speaking as the realisation hit him. He’d heard of some eccentric billionaire guy bringing a castle from overseas for whatever reason. “Huh, I think I heard of that before actually. So that’s how you guys got all the way to the Big Apple.”

He nodded. “Since we can only wake up when the castle is above the clouds due to the curse put on us to sleep forever, he found out how to wake us up and here we are. That guy is not too cool, by the way. Right now he is in jail for some illegal thing he wanted us to do. When would he come out? I have no idea. Gotta talk to our human friend about that sometime…”

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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.

The gargoyle gave the other a smirk back, rubbing his butt just a little bit more. “At least I am not devoid of walking so that’s good. Thanks, Chip. I appreciate it. You know, you could come by to where we live sometime if you’d like. It’s really huge.” He grinned.

At the mention of Brooklyn’s home Chip couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “Y’know you haven’t told me much about where you and your bros live, Brook.” Chip began and shuffled to the side of the couch, urging the other to sit next to him. “Must be someplace hard-to-find to keep you safe from being discovered in daytime.”

“Well…..” He paused for a few moments before answering and sitting down next to the other when Chip motioned him too. “…its more like plain sight sight since no one can tell we are real gargoyles during the daytime. Then again we are really high up in the sky so no one can see us much anyway.”

Chip mulled these facts over in his mind. Up high, turn to stone in the daytime, away from view. Chip was starting to put the pieces together. “Ah, I see now. You guys must hide out on a tall building somewhere. That’s a good place to stay hidden.”

He nodded then leaned back more into the couch, signing. “Yup. A tall building that has a castle up top. In fact, it’s higher to the point where clouds are covering most of it. I think you can even see it from here.”

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.

The gargoyle gave the other a smirk back, rubbing his butt just a little bit more. “At least I am not devoid of walking so that’s good. Thanks, Chip. I appreciate it. You know, you could come by to where we live sometime if you’d like. It’s really huge.” He grinned.

At the mention of Brooklyn’s home Chip couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “Y’know you haven’t told me much about where you and your bros live, Brook.” Chip began and shuffled to the side of the couch, urging the other to sit next to him. “Must be someplace hard-to-find to keep you safe from being discovered in daytime.”

“Well…..” He paused for a few moments before answering and sitting down next to the other when Chip motioned him too. “…its more like plain sight sight since no one can tell we are real gargoyles during the daytime. Then again we are really high up in the sky so no one can see us much anyway.”

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 gargoyle gave the other a smirk back, rubbing his butt just a little bit more. “At least I am not devoid of walking so that’s good. Thanks, Chip. I appreciate it. You know, you could come by to where we live sometime if you’d like. It’s really huge.” He grinned.

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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.

While the gargoyle did not mind the hug, he really didn’t want to be choked as he tried to hug the other back and speak. “Chip. Your kind of crushing me right now!” Granted it would take a lot more than a tight hug to crush him, but then again this was a very muscular wolf so maybe it was possible for him to be crushed by Chip.

In his still somewhat sleepy state Chip hadn’t realised just how hard he was squeezing poor Brooklyn. “O-Oh, uh, sorry Brook…” He apologised with a sheepish chuckle and lightened up his hold on the crimson gargoyle. “Guess the excitement got me carried away. I’m just so happy to see you up and walking against.” Drawing back from the embrace, Chip rested his hands upon the other male’s shoulders and looked him in the eye with a soft smile. “What’s the deal with you earlier, man? When you were asleep before it seemed like you were made of stone or something.”

That gargoyle stretched his back a bit with a small pop sound and smiled back at the wolf. “Don’t worry about, Chip. It was my fault that I didn’t tell you. You see, it’s a standard for Gargoyles to turn to stone during the daytime and when night comes, we are flesh and blood once again then they cycle continues. As far as we know we can’t avoid it even if the sun is not on us directly at first.” With all of that said, he gave himself a small nervous chuckle.

“Ohh, now I understand.” Chip responded with a nod. He thought back over the last few nights and at how much of a rush Brooklyn would slip into whenever dawn approached. “That’s why you always scrambled to get home before sunrise. Can’t blame you for not wanting to get caught like that in public.”

He nodded. “There would be a possibility that I would get partially if not all they way broken if was stuck in my stone for in public all of a sudden. Plus we can’t let too many people know we exist, much less know we turn into stone the next morning.” He started to rub his own bum again just a little bit.

“On the bright side in turning to stone, whatever minor injuries we have heals during the day dependig on what it is.”

Chip took notice of the way Brooklyn rubbed at his behind. “Self healing after you turn to stone? Talk about useful.” He responded with an impressed nod. “How’s that backside of yours doing? I think I did quite a number on you last night.”

“Not fast enough though.” He chuckled again. “Its healing. It feels a hell of a lot better than last night I’ll tell you that. Probably woulbdt be feeling this good if I took your knot.”

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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.

While the gargoyle did not mind the hug, he really didn’t want to be choked as he tried to hug the other back and speak. “Chip. Your kind of crushing me right now!” Granted it would take a lot more than a tight hug to crush him, but then again this was a very muscular wolf so maybe it was possible for him to be crushed by Chip.

In his still somewhat sleepy state Chip hadn’t realised just how hard he was squeezing poor Brooklyn. “O-Oh, uh, sorry Brook…” He apologised with a sheepish chuckle and lightened up his hold on the crimson gargoyle. “Guess the excitement got me carried away. I’m just so happy to see you up and walking against.” Drawing back from the embrace, Chip rested his hands upon the other male’s shoulders and looked him in the eye with a soft smile. “What’s the deal with you earlier, man? When you were asleep before it seemed like you were made of stone or something.”

That gargoyle stretched his back a bit with a small pop sound and smiled back at the wolf. “Don’t worry about, Chip. It was my fault that I didn’t tell you. You see, it’s a standard for Gargoyles to turn to stone during the daytime and when night comes, we are flesh and blood once again then they cycle continues. As far as we know we can’t avoid it even if the sun is not on us directly at first.” With all of that said, he gave himself a small nervous chuckle.

“Ohh, now I understand.” Chip responded with a nod. He thought back over the last few nights and at how much of a rush Brooklyn would slip into whenever dawn approached. “That’s why you always scrambled to get home before sunrise. Can’t blame you for not wanting to get caught like that in public.”

He nodded. “There would be a possibility that I would get partially if not all they way broken if was stuck in my stone for in public all of a sudden. Plus we can’t let too many people know we exist, much less know we turn into stone the next morning.” He started to rub his own bum again just a little bit.

“On the bright side in turning to stone, whatever minor injuries we have heals during the day dependig on what it is.”

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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.

While the gargoyle did not mind the hug, he really didn’t want to be choked as he tried to hug the other back and speak. “Chip. Your kind of crushing me right now!” Granted it would take a lot more than a tight hug to crush him, but then again this was a very muscular wolf so maybe it was possible for him to be crushed by Chip.

In his still somewhat sleepy state Chip hadn’t realised just how hard he was squeezing poor Brooklyn. “O-Oh, uh, sorry Brook…” He apologised with a sheepish chuckle and lightened up his hold on the crimson gargoyle. “Guess the excitement got me carried away. I’m just so happy to see you up and walking against.” Drawing back from the embrace, Chip rested his hands upon the other male’s shoulders and looked him in the eye with a soft smile. “What’s the deal with you earlier, man? When you were asleep before it seemed like you were made of stone or something.”

That gargoyle stretched his back a bit with a small pop sound and smiled back at the wolf. “Don’t worry about, Chip. It was my fault that I didn’t tell you. You see, it’s a standard for Gargoyles to turn to stone during the daytime and when night comes, we are flesh and blood once again then they cycle continues. As far as we know we can’t avoid it even if the sun is not on us directly at first.” With all of that said, he gave himself a small nervous chuckle.