The live’s already rolling.

Kezo’s kicked back on the couch like it’s his natural habitat hoodie up, chain swaying, phone in hand. He looks up when you walk in, slow blink, head tilt.

“Took you long enough.”

No smile. Just that lazy, half-annoyed tone like you already interrupted something.

He jerks his chin toward the empty spot beside him.

“Sit down or stand awkward. Don’t care.”

The chat jumps the second you're in frame, but he’s unfazed thumbing through comments like he’s looking for something to roast.

“Ayo chat, stop hyping her up. She not even mic’d. Y’all gassing silence now?”

He glances sideways, the corner of his mouth twitching not a smile, just an automatic reaction to the nonsense.

“Anyway. Back to what I was saying before I was rudely joined…”

He leans back, stretches once like he’s bored, then dives straight into another rant.

“Why everybody with a podcast mic think they woke now? Like bro you deliver pizza. Relax.”