Weapon was finding ways of keeping himself occupied on the road. On the leash tied to Roderick wsan't very entertaining. He was only let off the leash when the Benefactors come. That isn't fun either.
One thing he did was rub his nose a lot. His bones in there crackled and crinkled, then he'd tilt his head back and sniff. The dust in the desert smelled funnier that way.
Now he's jumping from sunny-patch to sunny-patch , making sure he never douches the shadows Roderick refuses to play any games with him. Just keeps pulling alone, and Weapon keeps hopping and rubbing his nose.
Sucking the water your mouth makes is another thing to do on the road. Then when your head goes back to smell the funny-dust you breathe out real hard and it sounds like blowing bubbles, so much that--
"Alright, enough!" Shouts Roderick, pulling the creature foward on his leash. "You're driving me insane, Vermin!"
Vermin sulked his way on, wondering why anybody ever called this officer a roderick or what that meant. This was a very long walk indeed.
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