Sweet relief as you step into Dave’s bedroom, the fan keeping the room much cooler than outside. Texas heat is no joke, and having to get up to this apartment was fucking hell. Climbing stairs should be illegal.

“If you see any lil’ strings hangin’ from the roof or whatever, don’t touch it. Like seriously, unless you enjoy being buried in plush rump,” Dave said, running his fingers through his hair, “wait yknow what I’ll just like walk you through this place, all sorts of secrets hidden in my cave bro.”

“I’m like Batman”