Vice opened the door to the apartment as soon as Ivo and Davi joined him on the landing.
"Leave your flip-flops outside, they're all dusty," Davi said, scraping his off against the rough concrete floor.
Ivo did the same, and added, "We should probably shower the dust off too. Or we'll make a mess of Vice's new friend's place."
Vice turned to him with a huge grin. "Excelent idea!" he said, and took hold of Ivo's hand to lead him inside the apartment.
Ivo wasn't sure what Vice's intention was, but he allowed himself to be shepherd towards the bathroom. The apartment was tiny; a kitchenette with a beat up old couch surrounded by two comfortable-looking quilted puff chairs.
There were two doors, one was half-open and leading to a bedroom with an open window, muslin curtain fluttering in the night breeze. Vice pushed Ivo past it and towards the other door.
200 and something chapters later, we're finally here o7