"Hey, Ez," Kayn called out as he walked through the wall of his bandmate's room. When you had the power to go through walls, you didn't bother knocking. "What the fuck are you doing? You having a porn marathon or something?"

Ezreal's room was cleaner than his, but that was a low bar to step over; even he had to admit that. He looked around before focusing his attention on the shortest member of the band. (And thank god for that because Ezreal wasn't the shortest, it'd be him.)