(Ok! As anticipated.....)
Vasper scrunched up his face as they finally reached the outskirts of a slum. "Please don't make me breath that funk on purpose. It's layers and layers of wretched." He complained to Dyrus.
Dyrus smacked him upside the head and said, "Focus on the prize Vasp! Ryker didn't say you couldn't have one." He said encouragingly.
As Vasper rubbed his abused head, an evil smile lit face. "The permission is in the omission, isn't it? Good point." He said happily as he started scenting out the girls path through the filthy streets. After a time, they came to a cap hotel bearing the glorious name of LeConte. "Oh, they definitely have bed bugs. " He said with humor.
"Shut up and come on. Everyone's a comedian, all except you." Dyrus said as he headed for the door.