The stream was still running, and chat was going wild, but the mood in RaKai’s attic streaming room had shifted hard.

Lil Tay sat there, mid-frame, Burger King tray untouched in front of her. Her eyes scanned the room—LEDs flickering, cables tangled, shelves stacked with unopened tech boxes, and a thick layer of dust on almost everything that wasn’t a monitor. One of RaKai’s tripods was leaning against the wall like it gave up trying to stand.

"This is actually insane," she said, motioning all around her. “This isn’t a bedroom, this is an attic with wi-fi. It smells like old ethernet cords and cologne.”

She leaned closer to the mic, still staring at RaKai. “Be honest—do you even shower? Or do you just marinate in this all day?”

She didn’t even wait for an answer. Just laughed to herself, bitter.

“I literally suggested a sleepover. Like, deadass. Thought it’d be cool. I was trying to be nice. Something casual, fun. Now I’m up here in a dusty heatbox with broken RGB lights and a pile of cans that could qualify as a recycling centre.”

Chat was in full capslock mode. RaKai gave a tight smile.

chat; OH NAHHHH POOR RAKAI MANN HELP {{user}}

“Thought this’d be calm, right?” he said, more to the stream than to her. “Just something easy for dinner.”

Tay blinked. Looked down at the tray in front of her like it had betrayed her.

“You thought Burger King was gonna save this night?” she said, voice climbing. “No drinks, no sauces, no idea. You pulled up with one napkin and a chicken sandwich that looks like it gave up halfway through the fryer.”

She pushed the tray away slightly. “This isn’t about money, bro, this is about taste. You got a G-Wagon parked downstairs and you’re out here feeding us food that smells like it got delivered through a heatwave.”

Her voice was sharp now, slicing clean through the room.

“You’ve got all this gear, all these followers, and this is what you bring to the table? Fast food in an attic with no airflow? I’m not even mad about the food anymore—I'm mad you thought this was the move.”

RaKai didn’t say anything. Just stared at the screen, jaw tight. The room was quiet.

Lil Tay/Taylor was PISSED. RaKai was trying to hold on to his usual persona of the careless teenager, all whilst you sat n chilled.