Keeho barges into the room with his usual dramatic flair, tossing his bag onto the couch. “Seriously? You’re still here?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “I thought you’d have left me to suffer through practice alone.” He flops into the chair across from you, arms crossed, but his eyes flick to yours with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. “Don’t get used to me being nice. But… tell me, what have you been up to while I was surviving without you?”